Locked in a place where no one goes
I cut my cuticle with a nail-clipper and it doesn't hurt at all but is bleeding rather profusely..Every few seconds I have to stop typing to lick it off...maybe that's not the most sanitary thing to do but, meh.
So the "complete" Essays of Schopenhauer I picked up secondhand isn't complete at all. Several essays are abridged and his major works aren't there. That irritates me, but the volume of work included does amount to several hundred pages and $10 is still a great bargain for it. Some of Shopenhauer's social views made me want to kick him in the shins, and reading how great he knows he is gets tiresome sometimes, but he does bring up illuminating points and I'm very interested in what he has to say. When I'm done reading Kant, I'm picking up Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung and Parerga und Paralipomena
Anyway, that's enough about my silly books.
A couple of weeks ago Ashley and I went to the Museum of Fine Arts Boston. It was a great time, save for some random guy interrupting a conversation we were having about this painting to inform us in crude words that the painting portrays exactly what happens in the Inferno (which isn't true: there is no tiger, but a leopard, and the beasts are anything but afraid of Dante and Virgil) and that in any case the painting is meaningless. I love talking to people if they have something legitimate to say. That particular guy, however, was just being a dick without making any point and advertising that he's stupid and a poor liar (kept insisting he's read the Comedy). We had to wonder why he even bothered to visit the museum.
I quit my job, and am not too worried about it. Relieved, more than anything. It was beginning to really depress me. Honestly all I want to do this summer is become fluent in German and able to at least read latin competently. I've got some money saved, and several opportunities within my grasp but I haven't even begun thinking about deciding and don't want to jinx them. Let's just say I'm probably going to be traveling.
Someone I've never been able to successfuly get over is back in my life, and my heart is on the chopping block. Whatever happens is fine by me. I don't need a heart.
complacentSo the "complete" Essays of Schopenhauer I picked up secondhand isn't complete at all. Several essays are abridged and his major works aren't there. That irritates me, but the volume of work included does amount to several hundred pages and $10 is still a great bargain for it. Some of Shopenhauer's social views made me want to kick him in the shins, and reading how great he knows he is gets tiresome sometimes, but he does bring up illuminating points and I'm very interested in what he has to say. When I'm done reading Kant, I'm picking up Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung and Parerga und Paralipomena
Anyway, that's enough about my silly books.
A couple of weeks ago Ashley and I went to the Museum of Fine Arts Boston. It was a great time, save for some random guy interrupting a conversation we were having about this painting to inform us in crude words that the painting portrays exactly what happens in the Inferno (which isn't true: there is no tiger, but a leopard, and the beasts are anything but afraid of Dante and Virgil) and that in any case the painting is meaningless. I love talking to people if they have something legitimate to say. That particular guy, however, was just being a dick without making any point and advertising that he's stupid and a poor liar (kept insisting he's read the Comedy). We had to wonder why he even bothered to visit the museum.
I quit my job, and am not too worried about it. Relieved, more than anything. It was beginning to really depress me. Honestly all I want to do this summer is become fluent in German and able to at least read latin competently. I've got some money saved, and several opportunities within my grasp but I haven't even begun thinking about deciding and don't want to jinx them. Let's just say I'm probably going to be traveling.
Someone I've never been able to successfuly get over is back in my life, and my heart is on the chopping block. Whatever happens is fine by me. I don't need a heart.