Filed under: Cogito ergo :(
Without anger, the Iliad would be reduced to a less than thrilling 400+ page story about war.
[Aeneas and Achilles] do not think for a moment (as Homer writes) about their opponent’s reputation, whether their homies are backing them up, or if they had their wheaties for breakfast…these bad boys are at the top of the food chain.
According to Disney’s Hercules, “A hero is not measured by the size of his strength, but by the size of his heart.” Archilleus clearly missed that point, for he was willing to sacrifice all those around him so he could be remembered.
How interesting can it be to be an ancient Greek god who is immortal? There’s nothing a god can do to make him/herself parish.
When one Greek goddess and gods favor mortal beings, others are at risk and even the ones in favor are at risk of being killed.
Neglecting the fertility goddess might give one no children and as a result every aspect is important.
If Achilles were as passive as he was aggressive, he would have died early on and would not be such a prominent figure in Greek mythology.
The anger demonstrated throughout the poem was Achilleus’ best friend.
When given the choice between a long and comfortable life or a short, but glorious life on the battlefield, he chose the ladder.
Filed under: And Then I Found Ten Dollars.
This morning I saw a student pedaling his unicycle as fast as it would go on his way to class.
Twice now, I’ve seen the girl who sings along to her i-pod as she walks around campus. I’ve heard that she also does this in the library.
Yesterday I ran into Violet, the only other Hillsdale graduate here, and ended up sitting next to her on the bus home.
As I was about to get off the bus, a huge coca-cola truck drove by on the sidewalk and in the bike lane.
Filed under: Cogito ergo :(
Inter multa ac varia incommoda vitae nihil propemodum molestius, amici cari, passa sum, quam quod cum hominibus inhumanis consuesco: in ipsum Harpyarum nidum habito. Haec me inhospiter, ista hostiliter habet; haec sensus communis, ista sanae mentis omnino vacua est. Itaque cum nocte coquunt, primum opercularum et aularum strepitus audio, deinde cibis tostis nidor crescit, deinde sonus qui de igne monet acutus circumsonat. Ecce lucet, alia dormit; garrula cum amicis absentibus ad mane loquitur et amnis verborum adsidue ab ore perfluit. Alii solitudo turbida est, quae secum conloquitur, sed irascitur si aliquis eam adloquitur. Quid undique semper cantat? Quid in compluvio se movet, ut propinqui de percussu querantur? Quid mehercules vestes meas in furnacem posuit? Utra silentium imperat, sed ea silentium amat quae tacita est.
Filed under: And Then I Found Ten Dollars.
I had a few minutes before catching the bus today, and it’s still chilly out, so I went inside the Union and plopped down on a love seat in front of the aquarium full of blue and orange fish. I think these colors are supposed to indicate that the fish are alumni.
I don’t know about all fish, but these lipped their way around the tank peacefully, sucking the surfaces for delicacies or blankly grimacing at strangers. A tiny little orange fish practiced the fish face moves but seemed to get fastened on to the decorative rocks with his tail straight up. Some of the fish cast an approving eye (whichever one happened to be handy) towards the nearest couch, where what looked like one large sleeping person turned out be two non-sleeping persons. They had fish faces too.
Filed under: Crazies
My roommate, the crazy one, has a history of complaining about other people making noise. She called the apartment security about our neighbors upstairs for stomping when none of the rest of us had heard anything. So I can only be entertained by this: last weekend, she started getting her groove on in the living room at four in the morning. I’ve seen her skip. Honestly, the sight brought to mind large hastening fairies, so I really can’t imagine what the dancing must have looked like. The important thing turned out to be how she offended the ears. Our apartment floor became the skin over a drum, and the apartment below us was the sounding chamber. Our neighbors did not appreciate the rhythmic qualities of the performance.
