Yesterday I baked chocolate chip cookies - or should I say, chocolate bit cookies, because I once again had to chop up 250 g of bar chocolate - and this afternoon I dropped by Batavian to deposit a package and poem in Luc’s postbox. I chose to do so during the lunch rush, and, being that the postboxes are adjacent to the cafeteria, this proved to ( Read more... )

After having translated a whole damn speech in which Cicero is supposed to be defending the poet Archias from accusations of treason but in reality goes off on a verbal rampage about the value of poets to society, I can still find it in the depths of my dark heart to mutter a grudging “thank you” to my prof who assigned me the Pro Archia last year ( Read more... )

I just took Lisa Kleypas's "Which Wallflower are you?" quiz. Now I am in dire need of finding a billiards room, because that's supposedly my "best trysting place." Um. Dear reader, you're absolutely right - Jade is getting ahead of herself here. And hey, is my best feature really my "lustrous hair"?

DAMN IT, LUC, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY TO HER? “HI, I’M JADE, YOUR BOYFRIEND IS MY BEST FRIEND AND I USED TO BE IN LOVE WITH HIM”? At least I can take comfort in the fact that she’ll never know you as long as I have - thanks to Our Lady of Perpetual Motion, I’ve had four years more with you than she ever will!!!

I was in the library this morning on the trail of Casus Sancti Galli, a ninth-century history of the monastery in St. Gall, Switzerland. After consulting the online database, I headed down the hall to the hole that houses the Latin books, armed with a piece of scratch paper upon which I had jotted the relevant information. Oddly enough, I was ( Read more... )

All right, gentle reader, I admit it! I’m attracted to Christian Havelaar! Unfortunately, I believe that this enterprise will end up much like the matter of Derek. Via Luc I’ll collect all sorts of informational tidbits about Christian, and then wonder what to do with them all ( Read more... )

Three years ago, we also went shopping together in Utrecht - to McGregor, Society Shop, and Scapa of Scotland. Today we hit all these shops again, Luc striding in as if he owned the place, and I on his heels, trying not to look scruffy despite my oversized windbreaker and ragged jeans. If I’d been alone, I don’t imagine that I’d have received ( Read more... )

As we took a break in our communal studying, I asked Luc to come shopping with me for a dress coat on Saturday. In addition to my coruscating conversational company, I added another incentive: I’d cook dinner for him. Success depended, of course, on his remembered exuberance and enthusiasm of Second Sunday meals, after two of which he knows what ( Read more... )

LuvLite® is the college boy’s version of Love. That’s what I’ve decided after contemplating Luc’s relationship with Mieke. Not that I actually have much to contemplate, as he will hardly offer any characterizations of her, but I can make a claim to excellence in the arts of underhanded investigation. Still, my skills have pretty much failed me ( Read more... )

We’re peer-reviewing essays for one of my classes and this morning I’ve been working through “Reflections on the Raison d’Être and Ethical Deadlock in the Humanities” - an excellent paper, in fact. Anyway, the art historian of an author somehow managed to work the example of voodoo into his discussion and said that to understand the power of art ( ( Read more... )