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Nepomuk Aspic: You've moved up a form. Recite your lessons as they currently stand.
Platonism Elbow: Lesson one: exiting. Also entering.
Lesson one, part two: advanced concepts.
Lesson two: Athletics in space.
Lesson three: Action and inaction.
Lesson four: Hops, their cultivation and feeding.
Lesson five: Discernment of cheeses.
Lesson six: He left through the third door.
Lesson seven: Quiddity, prolixity, sensuality, digression, coercion, defamation, definition, contrition, etc.
Lesson eight: Red.
Lesson nine: Faeries, their varieties and habits.
Lesson ten: How to build it. (Survey course.)
Lesson eleven: Cloaking and covering, principles and application.
Lesson twelve: He met them on the corner and fled into the night.
Platonism Elbow: A full load.
Nepomuk Aspic: Full marks! And an extra for deportment. It is recorded. _
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02:15:10 AM, Tuesday 15 March 2005

Met with the advisor lady and all is cool. Now I just have to talk with my senior seminar tutor about the recommendation he's writing me, revise my senior essay, and write my statement of purpose.

Also got my official GRE scores today. Can now prove that I wasn't lying. And I got a 6 on the Analytical Writing section, so hoopla.

Went to the ritzy grocery store for mache, ribs, mango lemonade, and cabbage soup, and had the loveliest dinner in the living room with my ma, listening to Chevalier Saint-Georges.

Unfortunately, I'm in the robot-face phase of sleep dep (I got about four hours, but had been up for twenty-four until then) and everything's got a bit of a glum cast about it, despite good company and good fortune.

Had a fabulous time last night (when I was in the hyper-punchy phase) with my girl at the Sunburnt Cow, celebrating Orien's Cheerful Testosterone Party. Horrible horrible disco, an unforeseen drag queen competition, three accidentally extinguished candles, and footed mushroom head performance. Not to mention random-ass virgin melanges and monstrously tasty pavlovas.

And before that, the Met, with me maaa. (His what? His maaa.) Saw some great stuff, including an Assumption of the Virgin flocked with freaky limbless winged baby heads.

Wow. My browser just crashed and I got to use Moss's entry rescue feature for the first time. This man is beautiful. You rule unbearably, Moss.

Life really is a damn sweet thing. I'll be able to march jauntily in step with it again after Wednesday. For now, I'll make up the difference with Coleridge and Crunchie bars. _
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08:11:13 PM, Monday 14 March 2005

Planet of the BATSHIT GERMAN OPERA DIRECTORS.

Ok, in this version, Gilda is my aesthetic sensibilities, the sack is the jaw-dropping depths to which the current Eurotrash school is willing to plunge, the sword is probably the ray of hate emanating from Verdi's grave, and Rigoletto is, um...

CHARLTON HESTON?!!?

I perish. _
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01:57:49 AM, Monday 14 March 2005

The opera was absolutely phenomenal. The best I've ever seen live.

And the sainted mithers are meeting for the first time this evening! Can't wait to see what they get up to. Muahahaha. _
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11:44:44 AM, Saturday 12 March 2005

My mother, on my nephew, who's graduating this spring from the University of Montana.

"Oh, you know, he's taking fun classes. Dancing, Acting, and what was that other one? Stirring-With-A-Wood-Spoon." _
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11:20:48 AM, Friday 11 March 2005

Yes, come by and let's look over the detailed transcript from St. John's. I have every confidence that you are well prepared for our program. It's just that the admissions requirements are legally binding, and when we admit students whose transcripts don't *appear* to fit our requirements, then the Admissions Office can be audited. All I will need to do is explain how your courses do meet our admissions requirements (even tho they don't necessary say English 333, xxx course).

If they reject me for lacking prerequisites I may very well turn chartreuse and spit hagfish slime. What the hell else does an SJC education prepare me for if not to read fuggin' books?! NO I AM NOT GETTING AN ADVANCED DEGREE IN PHILOSOPHY.

I mean... grrrr... and I'm worried, too, 'cause they require 18 credits, and according to the little chart thing I've got 16, but that's only if they count Biblical Literature, and I don't know if they'll take points off for the credits SJC grants for class papers (seeing as they're "composition" and all). If not, even adding the three I'll get from this class won't do it. I guess I could go to flipping summer school or something. But that means no job, unless I line something up in a hurry. Which is a suckage.

What the hell, people. _
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10:18:30 AM, Friday 11 March 2005

My poor mama, after 24 hours of traveling, 20 minutes of sleep, and a night in the Atlanta airport, is finally here. Or, rather, she's downtown, meeting with her agent and editor, but she'll be here eventually. Damn you, Mount Saint Helens!!

Point of information:

To get from my place to Union Square by train takes 40 minutes and costs $2.

To get from Union Square to my place by cab takes 35 minutes and costs $35. _
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12:22:54 PM, Thursday 10 March 2005

Dude. Yesterday, the OED word of the day was "dictionary". That's so, like, meta.

Whoah.

(And now I want a "The OED is f'n meta" t-shirt.) _
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10:25:27 AM, Thursday 10 March 2005

Mneh. I took the night off from work so I could usher my mom in from the airport, but her flight was delayed and she won't be here 'til tomorrow morning. Bright side: K. has graciously allowed me to infiltrate her paper-writing sanctum and partake in the consolation of her bed. That kid is one good egg. _
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08:17:14 PM, Wednesday 9 March 2005

Somehow, this seems to wind up happening virtually every weekend. But at least there's two of us. _
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10:19:32 AM, Wednesday 9 March 2005

Angsty angsty angsty. My professor wants me to bring him my King Lear paper without revising it, to see whether I should use it for my writing sample (after revision) or whether I should write a whole new paper on Milton. I really do think there could have been a good paper in it somewhere if I had gotten a chance to polish its style and organization (and especially to streamline the argument, which I think lost some of my tutors along the way, judging by the oral). But, as it stands, it's just not very good. The opening sentence, in fact, makes me want to apply mustard plasters to my eyelids: "King Lear is a tragedy, a very dark one." Why didn't I listen to Mark Twain and use "damn" instead, so I could have scratched it out and made my writing just as it should be? Now he's gonna think I'm an incoherent, self-indulgent prattler, aaargh! And this guy has spent a third of his career on King Lear. I'm gonna go down in flames. But he wants it by Thursday, and has forbidden me from screwing with it, so... {gulp}. I was going to bring in my Don Giovanni paper instead, which I'm somewhat prouder of, but it's got to be on something in English Literature. So... that's that, I suppose. Nothing for it. Oy vey. _
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07:30:18 PM, Tuesday 8 March 2005

Just applied to work here. Less than no chance, I'm sure, but there ain't no harm in trying. Maybe they'll be impressed that I spelled Mstislav Rostropovich correctly. _
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05:00:27 AM, Tuesday 8 March 2005

St. John's is accredited by the Maryland State Department of Education, by the Middle States Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools, and by the North Central Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools.

Also: Doctorates Earned in English Literature. (Not that I want a doctorate, but it bloody well says something, don't it?)

Take that, Hunter Graduate Advisor Lady! Humph. _
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07:28:13 PM, Monday 7 March 2005

Just paid the last of this semester's tuition off my credit card, and still have enough lolly left over to take my mom out on the town when she gets here. Feels pretty good. _
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08:23:33 AM, Monday 7 March 2005

There is a place, shut up in eternal darkness and night, once the vast foundation of a ruined pile, now the den of fierce-eyed Murder and fork-tongued Treachery, both born at once from fell Discord. Here among the rubble and jagged rocks lie unburied skeletons, and cadavers thrust through with iron. Forever here, dark and cross-eyed, sits Guile; and here are seen Strife and Calumny, her jaws armed with fangs. Here are seen Fury, a thousand kinds of death, and Fear, and bloodless Horror flying around, and ghosts slide unceasingly through the voiceless silences. And the sentient earth wails and rots in blood.

John Milton, age seventeen. Translated from the Latin. _
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03:24:26 AM, Monday 7 March 2005

Floccinaucinihilipilificabulary! _
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04:40:17 PM, Sunday 6 March 2005

The kids in my building are currently getting their kicks by hocking loogies from the sixth floor stairwell down to the spot where people check their mailboxes on the ground floor. Truly delovely. Naw, I didn't get hit. Small favors. _
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06:21:47 PM, Saturday 5 March 2005

Riley called. He wants his life back.

I love it when my girl says "ongepatshket". _
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06:04:37 PM, Saturday 5 March 2005

Blake is way harder than Milton, yo. Damn. _
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06:47:06 AM, Thursday 3 March 2005

Say "Wriothesley" five times fast. _
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05:27:40 AM, Thursday 3 March 2005


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