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Fire & Ice
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Politics, culture, and other oddities.
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Tuesday, January 16, 2001
Agenda for the day:
1. Write a rather lengthy paper regarding Sappho and the role of women in Greek society. Of course, this must somehow be tied in with women as portrayed in Greek art. Hmmm. Yes.
2. Figure out the cheapest way to get to England in one piece, preferably unscarred. There are so many different services I've heard of -- TravelOCity, LowestFare, Priceline (or is that last one just for groceries) -- and I have no idea which one to use. Does it even matter? Is there a difference?
3. Other stuff, not even worth posting. (Yeah. And you thought that stuff was dull. You only hear the most scintillating little tidbits of my drole little life.)
Monday, January 15, 2001
Okay, okay... I'm a horrible bloggist. I should burn in the pits of Blogger Hell (is that an oxymoron?). I realize that by not updating my sorry little excuse for a blog, I have merely adding to the clutter that er, clutters the net. But now that that's out of the way, I would like to beg ever-so-humbly for your forgiveness (who are you, anyway? who reads this thing? anyone?), and then move on.
Excellent. Back on track. My intellectual musings for the day regard Sappho, an ancient Greek "poetess." Truly wonderful. I love her poetry because I think it's amazing that somebody so long ago was writing so honestly and with such feeling, that her poems are truly timeless -- I can read them today and really relate, as if they were contemporary. Of course, Sappho is best-known for being the "first lesbian." Based on historical fact rather than rumor, she was actually more likely bisexual. Still, her work has been surrounded by such contreversy that a great deal of it has been destroyed throughout recent history. Thus, only a few fragments of her poems remain, and it is left to truly skilled translators to try to capture the essence of what she wrote, thousands of years ago. I highly recommend it. (And, being the renowned scholar that I am, I think you should trust my recommendation.)
On another note, the new year is on its feet, and I've yet to be pleasantly surprised by any space-age inventions of late. That whole 2001 A Space Odyssey thing seems to have quite a following, but where are the UFOs? The cities on the moon? And how about flying? I want to fly! All this was supposed to happen now. It's like the book 1984, by George Orwell. Fortunately, none of his dark predictions came true.
But of course I am rambling. I will try to redeem myself and this blog, if only for my own peace of mind.
Okay, okay... I'm a horrible bloggist. I should burn in the pits of Blogger Hell (is that an oxymoron?). I realize that by not updating my sorry little excuse for a blog, I have merely adding to the clutter that er, clutters the net. But now that that's out of the way, I would like to beg ever-so-humbly for your forgiveness (who are you, anyway? who reads this thing? anyone?), and then move on.
Excellent. Back on track. My intellectual musings for the day regard Sappho, an ancient Greek "poetess." Truly wonderful. I love her poetry because I think it's amazing that somebody so long ago was writing so honestly and with such feeling, that her poems are truly timeless -- I can read them today and really relate, as if they were contemporary. Of course, Sappho is best-known for being the "first lesbian." Based on historical fact rather than rumor, she was actually more likely bisexual. Still, her work has been surrounded by such contreversy that a great deal of it has been destroyed throughout recent history. Thus, only a few fragments of her poems remain, and it is left to truly skilled translators to try to capture the essence of what she wrote, thousands of years ago. I highly recommend it. (And, being the renowned scholar that I am, I think you should trust my recommendation.)
On another note, the new year is on its feet, and I've yet to be pleasantly surprised by any space-age inventions of late. That whole 2001 A Space Odyssey thing seems to have quite a following, but where are the UFOs? The cities on the moon? And how about flying? I want to fly! All this was supposed to happen now. It's like the book 1984, by George Orwell. Fortunately, none of his dark predictions came true.
But of course I am rambling. I will try to redeem myself and this blog, if only for my own peace of mind.
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