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"If I musn't satisfy my heart, I can gratify my humour."
- Captain Dalroy in The Flying Inn by G.K. Chesterton
posted on Thursday, November 25, 2004
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Cooks act as matchmakers, supervising the flirtation of fickle ingredients. Macaroni and cheese degrade quickly after the addition of the cheese sauce, and as I myself continue to degrade daily towards death, I find it increasingly critical to consume the dish with haste, before the molten cheese dries and congeals horribly upon clammy noodles, like blood spattered on the skin of one struck down in feverish pursuit (Neoptolemus would be proud).
The apparent change in school between this year and the last diminishes. In the small retrospect that is mine, it seems that the actual knowledge and ability gained in school are entirely subordinate to work, which perhaps makes a morbidly practical sense.
I barely noticed when the leaves were at their peak of brilliance, an error excusable had I been doing anything else at all.
posted on Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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UNC application, 3rd place for B Team at the BioShoot, pie, Soldat (new version out!), lasertag, homework, bowling, rollerblading, sleep -- in approximately descending order, how I've spent my time the last few weeks. I say "approximately" because the order is more or less random, but arguably accurate.
Apathy, along with every other relic of cognitive activity, has mostly been swept away in the rush futureward, though it seems to have retained its grip on such heartstrings as may be found within myself.
Some notes on classes this year. Computer Science is useful mainly as a time to do other homework; Latin is semperiternally superior; English goes well, and is improved by having both Drs. Humble and Marschall; Calculus is interesting, but I'm wishing for last year's smaller class; Environmental Science is much better than I expected, due in large part to Mr. Smith; America at War is decent but somewhat dull so far.
posted on Wednesday, November 03, 2004
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