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Sep. 11th, 2004 10:21 amEarl Grey. Hot.
Well, it isn't hot anymore...sort of lukewarm...hmm. I'll go down and refill my cup.
Ah. Third cup of tea this morning. It's good tea. I can taste the woodyness of the plants.
Dr. Madsen said we had to get aquainted with Greek and Roman mythology...I never asked how far this aquaintance is supposed to go. Is this a know-their-names-and-be-on-a-friendly-basis kind of aquaintance? A go-out-to-coffee-once-in-a-while aquaintance? Or are we supposed to get intimate? I don't know if I want to go that far....there's no telling what I'll be turned into.
I'm halfway through Bulfinch at the moment (I wish I had a book where they used the Greek names, but Bulfinch is what we've got so it'll have to do), and ask far as I can tell, it's all damn fool stories wherin foolish mortals get changed into something else. A rock. A stag. A bear. A cow. A spider. A whathaveyou.
Which isn't to say I don't love reading it...hee. It's fantastic. (And it's not the Iliad. *glares at book*)
Got my last black and white roll back...lots of weird 'this is me, being artistic!' shots of bikes and boats and garbage and street signs. Yeah. But there are some I want to take into the darkroom and fiddle with...hmm. Superimposition of the dragon fetus and the Merton tree, that would be interesting...they have the same shape.
Also I was productive and went back to school clothes shopping. At White Elephant. (You didn't think I'd go to the mall, did you? :)) Naw. New clothes for less than 20 dollars (should be pounds, should be pounds!) including something funny for Liz--don't let me forget to give that to you.
Okay. I really am going to be productive now. Read the Iliad. Or at least Bulfinch. Or pack. Or something.
Or not.
Well, it isn't hot anymore...sort of lukewarm...hmm. I'll go down and refill my cup.
Ah. Third cup of tea this morning. It's good tea. I can taste the woodyness of the plants.
Dr. Madsen said we had to get aquainted with Greek and Roman mythology...I never asked how far this aquaintance is supposed to go. Is this a know-their-names-and-be-on-a-friendly-basis kind of aquaintance? A go-out-to-coffee-once-in-a-while aquaintance? Or are we supposed to get intimate? I don't know if I want to go that far....there's no telling what I'll be turned into.
I'm halfway through Bulfinch at the moment (I wish I had a book where they used the Greek names, but Bulfinch is what we've got so it'll have to do), and ask far as I can tell, it's all damn fool stories wherin foolish mortals get changed into something else. A rock. A stag. A bear. A cow. A spider. A whathaveyou.
Which isn't to say I don't love reading it...hee. It's fantastic. (And it's not the Iliad. *glares at book*)
Got my last black and white roll back...lots of weird 'this is me, being artistic!' shots of bikes and boats and garbage and street signs. Yeah. But there are some I want to take into the darkroom and fiddle with...hmm. Superimposition of the dragon fetus and the Merton tree, that would be interesting...they have the same shape.
Also I was productive and went back to school clothes shopping. At White Elephant. (You didn't think I'd go to the mall, did you? :)) Naw. New clothes for less than 20 dollars (should be pounds, should be pounds!) including something funny for Liz--don't let me forget to give that to you.
Okay. I really am going to be productive now. Read the Iliad. Or at least Bulfinch. Or pack. Or something.
Or not.
