Phewww.
Another long workday, done and over with.
Select vocab from today's German Lit: Vergewaltigung, Abtreibung, Sexualerwachen. Sündenbock, Schandbube, Fünfgroschendirne. Gooo Germany. Next week: Kafka at last.
Today in Phil I compared God's treatment of humanity to behavorial psych experiments with lab rats, amused myself over God's intelligence being countable, and queried whether or not Anselm's proof actually bothers to first show that greatness even converges. It was not bad for a two-hour session on Augustine. City of God is, I freely admit, much easier on the eyes and the brain than Confessions.
Alas that it nevertheless destroys one of my favorite images of last year: Augustine is no longer Edgeworth to me, for his logic is circular and made of terrible fail. Edgeworthustine is dead.
My second (and much more colorful) shot at no-beef beef stew awaits only reheating, sitting happily in the fridge in all of its purple-orange-green splendor. I think it is going to get tofu and eggs in, just for tonight.
*edit: Out of tofu. There's something terribly, terribly sinful about an entire spoonful of beef-flavored egg yolk.
Simply awful.
Select vocab from today's German Lit: Vergewaltigung, Abtreibung, Sexualerwachen. Sündenbock, Schandbube, Fünfgroschendirne. Gooo Germany. Next week: Kafka at last.
Today in Phil I compared God's treatment of humanity to behavorial psych experiments with lab rats, amused myself over God's intelligence being countable, and queried whether or not Anselm's proof actually bothers to first show that greatness even converges. It was not bad for a two-hour session on Augustine. City of God is, I freely admit, much easier on the eyes and the brain than Confessions.
Alas that it nevertheless destroys one of my favorite images of last year: Augustine is no longer Edgeworth to me, for his logic is circular and made of terrible fail. Edgeworthustine is dead.
My second (and much more colorful) shot at no-beef beef stew awaits only reheating, sitting happily in the fridge in all of its purple-orange-green splendor. I think it is going to get tofu and eggs in, just for tonight.
*edit: Out of tofu. There's something terribly, terribly sinful about an entire spoonful of beef-flavored egg yolk.
Simply awful.