Some notes
I kicked a fair amount of Anglo-Saxon ass today, I think; Dr. Davis only commented on one mistake I made in my recitation of the Beowulf proem, and he seemed taken mildly aback by my sheer volume. Hey, everybody's good at something.
Pastrami is possibly the finest of lunchmeats.
Incidentally, I need to quit this whole "sleep through breakfast and don't eat lunch" thing. It's bad enough that I barely have a sleep schedule; I shouldn't compound it by not having an, uhm, eating schedule either.
This does, however, make dinner rather satisfying.
I saw Unity (1918) last night, the current production of the theatre department. It was pretty good, with generally excellent acting and an interesting set. That said, it was a play set in 1918 (that is, during World War I), and specifically dealt with the influenza epidemic of that year, and was set in a town called Unity. It was kind of a crushing pit of despair. (Here's a hint for anyone seeking to enter the field of literary analysis: if the name of the play is "Unity," people ain't going to be united by the end.)
Also, Kenny's first scene involves him dragging his dead wife's corpse across the stage, cursing her for dying as he does so. Yes, that's right. Dead wife, newborn baby crying in the background, Kenny dropping to his knees and blaming her for her own death. Crushing pit of despair.
Is that all? I think that's all. Go read "Station to Station." It's pretty short.
-E
Pastrami is possibly the finest of lunchmeats.
Incidentally, I need to quit this whole "sleep through breakfast and don't eat lunch" thing. It's bad enough that I barely have a sleep schedule; I shouldn't compound it by not having an, uhm, eating schedule either.
This does, however, make dinner rather satisfying.
I saw Unity (1918) last night, the current production of the theatre department. It was pretty good, with generally excellent acting and an interesting set. That said, it was a play set in 1918 (that is, during World War I), and specifically dealt with the influenza epidemic of that year, and was set in a town called Unity. It was kind of a crushing pit of despair. (Here's a hint for anyone seeking to enter the field of literary analysis: if the name of the play is "Unity," people ain't going to be united by the end.)
Also, Kenny's first scene involves him dragging his dead wife's corpse across the stage, cursing her for dying as he does so. Yes, that's right. Dead wife, newborn baby crying in the background, Kenny dropping to his knees and blaming her for her own death. Crushing pit of despair.
Is that all? I think that's all. Go read "Station to Station." It's pretty short.
-E