Something in my veins, bloodier than blood
The cloud of learning has once again settled over me. The drops of knowledge fall on my head, and I am drenched to the bone. And now I am done with bad metaphors for the evening. Whoooo!
I have really gotten into the meat of my classes. I thought that it would probably be better for me to jump right into this work, as apposed to sliding in. So far, I have been correct and I am once again immersed in the tedium of academia. Although at this point, tedium isn't really the word. Even the most boring thing that I have in my possession right now, which would be my World Religions textbook, isn't THAT bad. Oh, its bad. I was a Biology major and at no point did I have a textbook quite this boring. Shit, if I am being honest, Gardner's wasn't this boring at any point. If I'm being really honest, this book is right up there with the Brockett, which for you Theatre History folks should mean a great deal. But, its still not that bad, this work is the least of my worries, which is why I am doing it now. I'm good at this stuff. I am stupidly smart, and I am excited to once more put that on display for my instructors, and more importantly, for myself.
I was reading Thompson today. It occurred to me that I have never really considered why he is my favorite author. I think it is because he writes in a way that is very in the moment, and moves very quickly from moment to moment. This has always been how I tend to think, and for that matter still do. I have always thought that he wrote how I thought, but it was nice today to be able to pinpoint exactly what I meant by that. Cool stuff. Aside from that, he is hysterically funny, and his command of language, and for that matter "foul" language, continues to astound me even as I am reading the same passage for the thousandth time. I miss Hunter alot. But it is clear to me that this does no good, and that really, immortality for anyone is not that big of a reach. All you have to do is make a real impression on people. He did this, and I think that he is an excellent example of how to live a memorable life. Definitely my favorite example of this at least. Having said that, I am fairly confident that at no point will having my ashes shot from a cannon sound like a good idea to me. Not for any real religious or spiritual reason, it just sounds kinda white trash or something. I think a green funeral will be fine.
That was a rambling mess. Oh well and la di da. So I need a break from this work. Just an evening break, but after reading and typing all day, I think I deserve it.
I'm really good at this student thing.
I'm glad I remembered that.
Have a blast gang.
I have really gotten into the meat of my classes. I thought that it would probably be better for me to jump right into this work, as apposed to sliding in. So far, I have been correct and I am once again immersed in the tedium of academia. Although at this point, tedium isn't really the word. Even the most boring thing that I have in my possession right now, which would be my World Religions textbook, isn't THAT bad. Oh, its bad. I was a Biology major and at no point did I have a textbook quite this boring. Shit, if I am being honest, Gardner's wasn't this boring at any point. If I'm being really honest, this book is right up there with the Brockett, which for you Theatre History folks should mean a great deal. But, its still not that bad, this work is the least of my worries, which is why I am doing it now. I'm good at this stuff. I am stupidly smart, and I am excited to once more put that on display for my instructors, and more importantly, for myself.
I was reading Thompson today. It occurred to me that I have never really considered why he is my favorite author. I think it is because he writes in a way that is very in the moment, and moves very quickly from moment to moment. This has always been how I tend to think, and for that matter still do. I have always thought that he wrote how I thought, but it was nice today to be able to pinpoint exactly what I meant by that. Cool stuff. Aside from that, he is hysterically funny, and his command of language, and for that matter "foul" language, continues to astound me even as I am reading the same passage for the thousandth time. I miss Hunter alot. But it is clear to me that this does no good, and that really, immortality for anyone is not that big of a reach. All you have to do is make a real impression on people. He did this, and I think that he is an excellent example of how to live a memorable life. Definitely my favorite example of this at least. Having said that, I am fairly confident that at no point will having my ashes shot from a cannon sound like a good idea to me. Not for any real religious or spiritual reason, it just sounds kinda white trash or something. I think a green funeral will be fine.
That was a rambling mess. Oh well and la di da. So I need a break from this work. Just an evening break, but after reading and typing all day, I think I deserve it.
I'm really good at this student thing.
I'm glad I remembered that.
Have a blast gang.