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There are now eighteen roses gracing our room, some in a blue nalgene and some in a starbucks coffee mug, fading from pale yellow to deep coral pink. I wish you were here so I could give you one, because the simple sight of them spreading their petals makes spring that much closer....
Besides the fact that it is now my turn to be a sick duckling and my nose hurts like hell from blowing it, today wasn't so bad. Being sick is really frustrating but it's not as bad as I thought it would be last night. I have a hope that yoga will chase it all away, because I don't want to be sick on Search, besides all the homework I have to concentrate on.
We had a really good discussion of Marx and capitalism in class today...and I think I know what I want to write on for my paper--democratic socialism and/or pragmatic capitalism as a path to a more just, humane and socialist economy. It's going to be weird, since I know next to nothing about economics or political theory, but what the hell. It's fascinating...the pull of capitalism and the problem of objectifying workers and estranged labour, and if that can even be fixed or if it's a part of human nature...
And lit was again amazing...Percy Bysshe Shelley, another very weird but really intriguing Romantic poet. But his language! I can't explain it, you have to read it--and out loud. It rhymes but doesn't sound silly; it's lyrical and melodic and gorgeous.
( Ozymandias )
( Ode To The West Wind )
(Now if only my cold would go away...)
Besides the fact that it is now my turn to be a sick duckling and my nose hurts like hell from blowing it, today wasn't so bad. Being sick is really frustrating but it's not as bad as I thought it would be last night. I have a hope that yoga will chase it all away, because I don't want to be sick on Search, besides all the homework I have to concentrate on.
We had a really good discussion of Marx and capitalism in class today...and I think I know what I want to write on for my paper--democratic socialism and/or pragmatic capitalism as a path to a more just, humane and socialist economy. It's going to be weird, since I know next to nothing about economics or political theory, but what the hell. It's fascinating...the pull of capitalism and the problem of objectifying workers and estranged labour, and if that can even be fixed or if it's a part of human nature...
And lit was again amazing...Percy Bysshe Shelley, another very weird but really intriguing Romantic poet. But his language! I can't explain it, you have to read it--and out loud. It rhymes but doesn't sound silly; it's lyrical and melodic and gorgeous.
( Ozymandias )
( Ode To The West Wind )
(Now if only my cold would go away...)
