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Monday, July 18, 2005

Currently Listening
Hopes and Fears
By Keane
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The Saga of the Slippery Shoes

I decided to wear one of my favorite pairs of shoes to work for the first time a few days ago: taupe, pointy-toed, and high-heeled (the picture is a rough comparison- just doesn't do them justice...):

Giga Tallulah

Bad idea.

True, I felt a bit obnoxious clicking loudly past people outside our office building as I hurried through the courtyard a few minutes late for work.  Obnoxious interns, though, are just the beginning.  Graceful ones are worse.

Once inside the building, I said a quick "Good Morning" to the man sitting at the security desk, swiped my badge and dashed across the floor mat to the elevator.  Dashing, unfortunately, promptly became sliding at the place where the floor mat meets the marble tiles.  I, however, recovered my footing with feline agility and hurried into the elevator, staring intently at the wall to avoid the security guard's laughter...

Inside the elevator, I took a deep breath, composed myself, fixed my collar, waited for the "ding," and then confidently headed toward our office.  At which point I encountered another marble-tiled floor.  Several of my co-workers also happened to be arriving via the stairs, directly across the hall, at the same moment.  All of a sudden, the lovely (/obnoxious) clicking of my taupe pointy-toed favorites halted, I slid about a foot, performed a manouvre closely resembling a double axel, and stepped all over myself.  Good Morning, Intern.

For the next eight hours I sought refuge in my desk, tip-toed around very carefully, and never again slid more than six inches at once. And I will not wear my taupe pointy-toed high-heeled favorites to work again.  Today, however, I did not have much more luck in my favorite black shoes.  It's a dangerous, slippery-floored world out there.

Hillsdale- one month. Still so much homework and so little motivation...


Thursday, June 30, 2005

Currently Reading
The Abolition of Man
By C. S. Lewis
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I had an epiphany of sorts at 8:07 today, while reading an Edison letter from 1918:  I'm not wild about the smell of history in the morning.  If you don't know what history smells like, imagine sticking your nose in a hundred year-old book for eight hours each day, or, doing my job.  Not that I don't like my job.  I just prefer rooms that have windows, and walls visible behind the stacks of books and papers.  I'm not Ph.D. material.  In fact, three years after this sounds just great. 

Work has been a bit more intense- more projects on my own, etc.  Which is good for me.  But not particularly conducive to reading French Rev. when I get home each day.  (Or Galileo, or Dostoevsky, or Martin Gilbert, or anything else I have been assigned and have yet to do, for that matter.)

Went to Phoenix last week to visit family and see my uncle take command of his F-16 Squadron.  I've added "fighter pilot" (aeronautical engineering major + Maverick = ...) to the "I'd like to move to ______ and marry a _______" list.

And I'm officially Lutheran.  Finally.

Since it's the 4th, some of my amazingly independent friends are coming home! for the weekend.  How nice it will be to have friends!

And...the best big sis ever is coming to visit on Tuesday! 

That's all for now...go well and do well, my friends.


Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Currently Reading
Crossing the Threshold of Hope
By Pope John Paul II
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Salvete!

Sigh.  Summer.  Tonight's theme: Random-ness.

Work has started well.  Thomas Edison- interesting.  Learning to use archives- more interesting.  Occupation- even better. 

I miss you all terribly.  The cats just don't do it for companionship...

And, in the quoted-words of a very wise sister who is wise even if only because she knows where to find good quotes [;)]:

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot...who calls you back even though you just hung up on him...who thinks you are perfect even though he knows the worst thing about you...who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead...who wants to show you off to the world when you are in a t-shirt and sweats...who holds your hand in front of his friends...who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup...one who is constantly reminding you of how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you..."

Another sigh. 

By the way, books on tape are the greatest thing ever for hour-long commutes to work.  Narnia, anyone? Oh yes.

Sleep calls...Valete!


Monday, May 30, 2005

Currently Playing
Bach: Six Unaccompanied Cello Suites
By Yo-Yo Ma, Johann Sebastian Bach
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From the fact that I am posting twice in one day you may gather that I, for once, have something to say.  Brace yourselves.

This is a result of the copious amounts of free time I have had recently, which I, out of habit, fill by watching FoxNews instead of doing more profitable things like reading people who matter.  NONETHELESS, I did use to care about politics and a few things recently have made this History-major-convert very angry.

1.  Last week I went and saw Ridley Scott's Kingdom of Heaven with one of my friends from home.  Now, I am not a medievalist (yet?), so for correction on the movie's multitudinous historical inaccuracies, I refer you to either Dr. Moye (if you have the guts) or Thomas F. Madden's article, Onward PC Soldiers, this week on NRO.  (http://www.nationalreview.com/comment/madden200505270751.asp)  Quite notably, however, Sir Barisan of Ibelin (his name was not Godfrey- Scott is a couple of centuries too early...) died at least thirty years before the date Scott canonizes him in the film.  Regardless, even if Scott had gotten his dates correct, the movie amounted to a two-hour-long anachronism.

Hollywood is inaccurate, you say.  I understand.  And we all know Crusade history is difficult anyway.  HOWEVER, his point flies in the face of almost anything that has ever been called good or virtuous, not to mention Western:  conviction of anything but opposition to conviction amounts to fanaticism.

Just one example:  The Knights Templar are presented as naive for believing that they fight for a [C?]cause greater than themselves.  Beyond the naive veil of their conviction, Scott argued,  (whoa I have written way too many historiography/seminar papers recently) the Templars were merely bloodthirsty hounds who couldn't defend or fulfill their own convictions. (Caveat: yeah, the conviction is a hard one to fulfill, no?  But still... and NB: This reeks of DaVinci Code...dude, pick on your own medieval chivalric order.)

News for Scott: conviction does not mean fanaticism.  In fact, fanaticism is a betrayal of most convictions.  Pietas and fatum go right along with temperance and justice.  And today is Memorial Day.  Not that he cares, but where would we be without the convictions of those like the 17-year-old Martin Treptow?  Now I also realize that Athens and Rome are not Jerusalem.  But, Mr. Tertullian, they cannot be completely separated, either.  To paraphrase someone a lot wiser than me, the blood of the martyrs cries up from the ground, yes, "Fight the good fight!"  but also "Turn the other cheek!"  And, as our trusty Reader tells us, Religion, morality, and knowledge are necessary to good government.  (HST 104 name-that-quote round 2!)  So said the Founders- conviction is good; persecution, bad.  Ditto Lacy.

Maybe the problem isn't conviction, but human beings.

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2.  This ties in nicely to my second tirade:  Memorial Day.

[The Constitution and God?  The Deism of the Founders? Whatever.]

I saw someone on CNN complaining about Scriptural references during the Memorial services at Arlington.  As any good Hillsdale student knows, the phrase separation of church and state was the invention of Thomas Jefferson and is found nowhere in the founding documents.  So we are left with "Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of religion" and 5 (I don't remember Kalthoff quite well enough, am I right?) references to God in the DOI, the crazy-enlightenment document.  America is heir to, as we know, Athens, Rome, Jerusalem, and London- it is Western.  My most sincere apologies.  But still, anyone can come if they want.  That doesn't mean we can or should detach ourselves from thousands of years of heritage (what am I talking about- a Scriptural quotation is not oppression- it's good literature, too, for Pete's sake, not even necessarily "heritage"...) because we decide to be modernists.  We're nowhere near establishment, last time I checked.  And for the record, abstractions, my friends, make strength hideous.

I'm sorry if you read all of this.  I've officially lost it.  Blame it on the short haircut.


Currently Reading
Confessions
By St. Augustine
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So and such they were, these men, worthy of their city.

Stop and smell the poppies.

 

 

HST 104 anyone?  Ten points to whoever remembers what the quote is from.



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