Where Am I in FWake?

I was having trouble finding any Wakean version of my name throughout Finnegans Wake until I glanced at the chapter index (this book has chapters?) and found one titled, "The Tale of Kersse the Tailor and the Norwegian Captain." Here I found a lot of good traditional Scandinavian names such as Sven, Oscar, and (surprise) a few Eriks sprinkled in as well. One that stood out to me is in regards to the "erikness" that one of Scandinavian descent exudes. In this passage Kersse proliferates on, "this most unmentionablest of men (mundering eeriesk, if he didn't scald him all the shimps names in his gitter!)" (Joyce 320). Being as erriesk as anyone with the name Erik can be I know that normally it is not a very "erieskian" thing to, "scald him all the shimps names in his gitter" however after having spent a lot of time in the frigid waters off the coast of the "land of the midnight sun" it's understandable that even super chill vikings from Norway can lose their cool and yell at punks who have, "hissed his bungle oar his shourter and cut the pinter off his pourer and lay off for Fellagulphia in the farning" (Joyce 320).

Highbrow/Lowbrow

um highbrow is Shakespeare and lowbrow is Twilight.

First things I see when I wake up

I am a great morning person, when I'm waking up early to go skiing. However I have been injured for about two months now and aside from not being stoked on life recently, I have noticed that I spend a lot more time in bed in the morning getting re-acquainted with my room. Upon first waking up I always notice the one inch space where my curtains end and where my window begins. This seemingly insignificant crack does a lot for waking me up whether or not I need to. Generally this is a good thing since five out of seven days a week I need to be up by eight, so now I can take into account whats going on around me before I hop in the shower/just brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. My bookshelf is just beyond my alarm clock and it contains all the novels I have had to purchase for school being an English literature major (I could never sell those back to the bookstore). leaning up against that is a lever-action .22 which I have yet to get fixed, and ZERO odds n ends. I hate clutter. I am a very neat person and if you spent the night you might notice the closet in my closet for shoes. I love shoes. However at eight in the morning all I really pay attention to is that one inch space between my curtain and window, wondering if I should get up to draw the shades a little tighter, knowing full well that if I get back into bed I will not be making it to my first morning class. I think I'll just get out of bed instead, just because I can't ski for another couple of weeks doesn't mean I'm not still a good morning person.. I think

Finegans Wake

This book is absurd.
I'm going to memorize the passage that we talked about in class on monday 1/25 on page 104 dealing with the Lord's Prayer. I have probably recited this prayer over one thousand times so I feel like it should not be too hard:
"In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!" (Joyce 104).