"Your plan isn't poetic; it's grotesque. People don't get the idea of going back to burn Troy just because they read Homer. With Homer, the burning of Troy became something that it never was and never will be, and yet the Illiad endures, full of meaning, because it's all clear, limpid. In Homer there's no secret, but your plan is full of secrets, ( Read more... )

And all of the critics now weep and moan and pray to god. Those who say ‘people have been expecting the apocalypse for as long as life has gone on’ might want to catch their breath. Because I might be more right then I had bargained for.

As reported by NPR, NASA which is charged for finding objects in space that might present a threat to life on ( Read more... )

Brief remarks:

-more skiing, and it could be noticed as performed in a much more successful manner than two weeks ago, which in turn was successful onto itself.

-Finished Eco's Name of the Rose over the weekend, and felt contented with the delightful sadness that it concluded with.

-Reading Trollope's He Knew He Was Right, which were it not for its ( Read more... )

And while all my friends are commenting (along with self-praise) on actually doing work this semester on time and efficiently, I look at my sparkling new to-do list. It says ( Read more... )

"This bachelor with his thin clothes, his art of prayer, his enduring legs, his lodgings that he is afraid of, with his otherwise patched-up existence now brought out again after a long period - this bachelor holds all this together with his two arms and can never pick up any unimportant chance object without losing two others of his own. The truth ( Read more... )

Just completed the first 8am in my university experience. Not actually as bad as people make it out to be...then again I have not yet approached the day tired ( Read more... )

Ok, the quick shopping list of my excellent classes for this semester ( Read more... )

More later, but I'm totally back in the USA, back in Williamsburg, back in the groove. Things are in order for an amazing semester...just waiting for things to click into place ( Read more... )

Farewell to the Greyhound, the pub'ish excursion  on our nights out. I will miss that place, the characters that inhabited it, who on various nights would always approach us and give us a few words of encouragement and delight in their own drunken way.

To S & G as a euphemism. May they forever remain familiar to be called by singular letters and an ( Read more... )

You are the beautiful, rigged summers ( Read more... )