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1. Tonight, I'm sitting in bed, reading Three Sisters while eating shortcake and listening to So Runs the World Away for the fifth time.
1a. I would say it's been a pretty good day, but I just found out that it's impossible to get the 1929 version of Goodbye to All That with Paul Fussell's introduction attached; I was hoping for a Norton CE that would give me both, and maybe include a free unicorn.
1b. I only have chocolate whipped cream. We combined the strawberries with fresh pineapple for the shortcake, and therefore it's no longer an optimal dessert.
1c. Because of 1a and 1b, I'm a little miffed at the unfairness of life. My first world problems, let me show you them, right?
2. I was going to write a whole post about entitlement and assumptions and how badly I react to being told what to do, but I've decided to skip it and go read a book instead. It's better for my blood pressure, and has the added bonus of not upsetting anyone.
3. In other news, many of the primary sources from before 1925 are now out of copyright and available as .pdf files. You know that face Josh Lyman makes at Sam Seaborn to get him to join the Bartlet campaign? That's the look on my face at the thought of all twenty-some volumes of The European War downloaded to my computer. Among other things.
4. I may need a bigger hard drive.
5. In conclusion, a poem:
Dies Irae
Willoughby Weaving
THE land went up in fire and curdled smoke,
And the flames flickered on the flowing blood,
And all the hot air thick with thunder stood
Shaken, as oxen shake beneath a yoke
And rattle all their harness : laughter broke,
A horrid laughter, from the steaming flood,
And the unpent cry of broken womanhood
Mounted to God and hid him like a cloak.
Red mortal wrath of man, that so he dies
For indignation just, and lightly slays,
Sealing so bloodily his length of days,
Regarding not the splendid sacrifice,
Holding the gift of life below God's price
To his eternal glory and God's praise.
IN FLANDERS.
1a. I would say it's been a pretty good day, but I just found out that it's impossible to get the 1929 version of Goodbye to All That with Paul Fussell's introduction attached; I was hoping for a Norton CE that would give me both, and maybe include a free unicorn.
1b. I only have chocolate whipped cream. We combined the strawberries with fresh pineapple for the shortcake, and therefore it's no longer an optimal dessert.
1c. Because of 1a and 1b, I'm a little miffed at the unfairness of life. My first world problems, let me show you them, right?
2. I was going to write a whole post about entitlement and assumptions and how badly I react to being told what to do, but I've decided to skip it and go read a book instead. It's better for my blood pressure, and has the added bonus of not upsetting anyone.
3. In other news, many of the primary sources from before 1925 are now out of copyright and available as .pdf files. You know that face Josh Lyman makes at Sam Seaborn to get him to join the Bartlet campaign? That's the look on my face at the thought of all twenty-some volumes of The European War downloaded to my computer. Among other things.
4. I may need a bigger hard drive.
5. In conclusion, a poem:
Dies Irae
Willoughby Weaving
THE land went up in fire and curdled smoke,
And the flames flickered on the flowing blood,
And all the hot air thick with thunder stood
Shaken, as oxen shake beneath a yoke
And rattle all their harness : laughter broke,
A horrid laughter, from the steaming flood,
And the unpent cry of broken womanhood
Mounted to God and hid him like a cloak.
Red mortal wrath of man, that so he dies
For indignation just, and lightly slays,
Sealing so bloodily his length of days,
Regarding not the splendid sacrifice,
Holding the gift of life below God's price
To his eternal glory and God's praise.
IN FLANDERS.