All my journals are so impersonal and dull nowadays, so here's stuff and things from my life:
I moved into a room in a house, with all my belongings, which I have not had for five months. I have more and fewer things than I thought.
My friend who helped me move says my house looks like an illustration from a Baum novel.
I have six roommates, four of whom are from Asia and four of whom are PhD students. I want to get a PhD now, but I don't know what to study or where.
On Mondays, the other American and I teach English to three of our Asian housemates.
I taught a two-year-old how to walk like a monster. Said two-year-old tried to count me as one of his family. Said two-year-old is my favorite two-year-old.
I was approached to be in sitcom.
Instead of poetry, I am writing prose and song lyrics. World gone mad.
I bought three pairs of shoes with a gift card, as I've worn down all my other pairs. Two pairs of these are too beautiful to wear. This is a first for me. Hrm.
I commute four hours a day.
Nine Stories is fantastic. So is
Dubliners. They remind me of pocket watches, the kind that let you open the back and see the workings. I can see the gears turning, the construction of the story through the story, but I'm still surprised when the clock strikes twelve, which is as it should be. I'm rusty at analysis.
Dvorak's "American" suite is crazy and amazing. So is the Handel-Halvorsen Passacaglia, but less crazy and more amazing.
More fruits exist in the world than I had imagined. Also, I now eat almonds voluntarily.
From the Wiki, this made me chuckle for several minutes:
"The club became legendary within philosophy because of a meeting on 25 October 1946 at Richard Braithwaite's rooms in King's, where Sir Karl Popper, another Viennese philosopher, had been invited as the guest speaker. Popper's paper was "Are there philosophical problems?", in which he struck up a position against Wittgenstein's, contending that problems in philosophy are real, not just linguistic puzzles as Wittgenstein argued. Accounts vary as to what happened next, but Wittgenstein was apparently infuriated and started waving a hot poker at Popper, demanding that Popper give him an example of a moral rule. Popper offered one—"Not to threaten visiting speakers with pokers"—at which point Russell had to tell Wittgenstein to put the poker down and Wittgenstein stormed out. It was the only time the philosophers, three of the most eminent in the world, were ever in the same room together. The minutes record that the meeting was 'charged to an unusual degree with a spirit of controversy.'"