For New Years

Before January 1 I’m going to finish all my school work. This way I’ll have ten days at home without work. Yep. Yee-haw.

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Son of God

My Sister: Well, grandfather, you don’t believe in God, do you?
My Grandfather: I don’t believe, with my human brain, I can understand or sense all the forces at work in our wide and infinite universe. I am sure that there are thousands of forces at work which I don’t know anything about.
My Sister: So [...]

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Yes and No

My Father: I think something tried to attack this computer and put a virus on. Something said “download new software” and I thought “no” so I clicked “No”, but now it keeps coming up, but I clicked “No”.
Me: Those things are tricky. Sometimes even clicking in the box at all is [...]

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French

Me:  Well, Oscar doesn’t really have a chin, does he?
My Mother: Well, he’s a papillon, so he’s French, which is how they are.

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Snow

It’s snowy in Oregon, which is pretty rare.  Oscar thinks it’s food.

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St. Paul

The British Library librarian walked over and handed me a book and said “sorry”. I said “no prob” and he walked off.
I looked at the book and it was not one that I’d ordered. In fact, it wasn’t even a book that I’m allowed to see. It was an unbound 1581 [...]

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Second Earl of Oxford

Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford
Were I a king
Were I a king I could command content ;
Were I obscure, unknown should be my cares;
And were I dead, no thoughts should me torment,
Nor words, nor wrongs, nor loves, nor hopes, nor fears.
A doubtful choice, of three things one to crave,
A kingdom, or a cottage, or [...]

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White Hair

These curious locks, so aptly twined,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind,
Will change their auburn hue and grow
White and cold as winter’s snow.
While I’ve been in London I’ve developed a white streak in my hair.  Boo.

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I’m Working at the Moment

At the moment what I’m doing is looking at this manuscript (i.e. handwritten text) from 1621, which seems to be more or less a pornography written by some annonymous guy about Dr. John Donne and his wife.  It’s ackward.  However, what I’m claiming (in response to a prompt; I did not chose Barthes myself) is [...]

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Carew’s Elegy on Dr. Donne

AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DR. DONNE,
DEAN OF PAUL’S.
CAN we not force from widow’d poetry,
Now thou art dead, great Donne, one elegy,
To crown thy hearse ?   Why yet did we not trust,
Though with unkneaded dough-baked prose, thy dust,
Such as the unscissor’d lecturer, from the flower
Of fading rhetoric, short-lived as his hour,
Dry as the [...]

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S.Latimer

It looks like, if all goes as intended, Ms. Latimer will be joining me in London come spring, which will mean we can get a little apartment and live like real people.  Anyone else care to join?  We’d totally take all roommates.

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Milk

In the graduate student housing kitchen, people let their milk spoil.  Really frequently and unilaterally, people let their milk spoil.  Like most, I’m pretty put off by spoiled milk, and I’ve found that every night that I stay at the dorm, I dream about spoiled milk, the endemic has become so severe.  Why let milk [...]

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UK Rain

Add on the subway:
Why put up with UK rain when you could go to Ukrain!

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