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strange.
…just dropping in (briefly, ever-so-briefly) to let folks who don't come into (ir)regular contact with me at Simon’s Rock know that I’m alive if not (physically) well. I went on med leave two weeks ago and I don’t feel like I’ve quite caught my breath yet. But my professors love me (despite not having handed in a single essay, not even the typical ( Read more... ) -
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Wow. I just figured out how The White Goddess fits into Barfield.
(Nevermind that the revelation was prompted by a delightful tangent about bees/honey/mead/oil/blood/wine/Sumerian taverns/Kubaba/Cybele/Galli/Gallus/circumcision [YES! I win, Zipporah! I WIN. Take that, Bethel! AhahahaHA!])
I think Mark Vecchio wrote his dissertation on that.
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I think I just listened to an operatic rendition of Old McDonald Had a Farm in Italian. I...I...don't know what to think anymore! The world is upside-down! And quacking! In Italian! Oh god. Oh god ( Read more... ) -
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The Egyptian priests even had a detailed guide to fighting Apep, referred to as The Books of Overthrowing Apep. The chapters described a gradual process of dismemberment and disposal, and include: Spitting Upon Apep
Defiling Apep with the Left Foot
Taking a Lance to Smite Apep
Fettering Apep
Taking a Knife to Smite Apep
Putting Fire Upon Apep
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Hey, kids!
Have you ever caught yourself thinking, "Gee, I wonder what the oldest song ever written1 sounded like!"?
Well, here's your lucky day!
Brought to you by Your Friendly Local Biblical Tangent.
1 (That we know about, I mean.)
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Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
SO LITTLE TIME. SO MUCH TO WRITE. FUCK!
Here's to having the (for once in my life) most convenient hypergraphia ever.
NOBODY DISTRACT ME UNTIL SATURDAY NIGHT. I HAVE NO TIME TO BE DISTRACTED.
Oh, Minithesis.
(Mark Vecchio, Rebecca Fiske, please forgive me for being me.)
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ohmygodihatemybodyrightnow.
It has decided to
1. be entirely unresponsive to medication;
2. give me a fucking killer migraine so I can't listen to music, watch a movie, have any lights on, or WORK ON THE MINITHESIS---I feel like a brain in a vat full of PAIN and DESCARTES (ew);
3. is inexplicably nauseated;
4. won't fucking fall asleep.
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YES. I JUST FIGURED OUT HOW TO TYPE HEBREW AND GREEK WITH MY KEYBOARD. GOOD-BYE, YOU HEINOUS INPUT PALETTE! AHAHAHA! I WIN! WIN!
...now, if only I had the time to figure out how to set a default font...Alex? ALEX? Do you know? There must be a default font thing somewhere, because I know it is typing in Lucinda Grande right now (shut up, I'm not a ( Read more... ) -
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I felt it was necessary to immortalise my current commandeering of the dining room table:
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“When I passed by you, and saw you wallowing in your blood, I said, ‘In your blood, live.’ I said, ‘In your blood, live.’”
-Ezek 16:6
To-day, I figured out the Bible. Again. This time, though, it was slow and quiet enough for me to transcribe. More on this later. (Suffice to say, it has to do with sacrifice, trees, death, life, earth, sky, ( Read more... )