| Current mood: | melting in the dark |
| Current music: | Richard Harris - MacArthur Park |
A little bird told me that certain Caribbean sailors read this blog and are disappointed with my lack of updates. Bitch and ye shall receive.
There was a chance that I was going to be a TA this term but it doesn't look like it's going to pan out. This disappoints me because I was desparately looking forward to getting to yell at students for turning in bad lab reports.
"It takes an infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of typewriters to write the works of Shakespeare. This," I exclaim as I slam my hand on a stack of reports, "Looks like it was more like a 5 monkey, 10 minute operation! What in the fuck!"
Next year, I suppose.
I've been getting weird looks around the engineering buildings for carrying around a dogeared copy of Virgil's Aeneid. It may be over 2000 years old, but that doesn't make it any less badass. Selected quotes: "If I cannot change the will of heaven, I shall release hell!" "Aeneas then spun a javelin at Pharus, who was boasting loudly but doing no deeds, and planted it in his shouting mouth." At one point in the story a whole paragraph is devoted to the description of a Trojan hero throwing a spear through someone's head. I mean, wow. Rumour has it that Caesar Augustus helped publicize the work as one part of his massive propaganda campaign related to restoring the old morales of the Roman people to his freshly minted empire. Fascinating stuff, no matter how you look at it.
At risk of being woefully behind the times, I've gotta through my meagre weight behind the HBO show The Wire. I'm sure I'm just one more whisper in the cacophony that is the blogosphere, but this show may be the second coming of the Messiah, so forgive me for restating its case.
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