An Almost Complete Lack of Tense Agreements Due to Children Crawling All Over Me And Making Me Tense (With A Random Graph)

I spent class periods today half in and half out of the conversation for a number of reasons: 1) I didn't get a chance to read the assignments, and feel bad about Bee Essing, 1.b) didn't want to scramble and read at least a small portion directly before or during class as I haven't the capacity for any more anxiety, 2) I had two separate other things to think about which I did, quite successfully, though I've got to say that they were't entirely independent of the class: they were stories and ideas loosely connected with the subject material we were covering, namely: Aristotle and Benjamin Franklin. The End.

Throwing Rocks at the Think Tank

Some great new ideas being considered by the ad hoc committee for great ideas, as instructed by the fledgling 4th party political party I have yet to name:

1. A shadow citizenry, to give the shadow government someone to govern.

2. A Panhandlenic Society. Originally a geographically based society, conceived during deliberations on the reunion of various East/West named states as a part of our party platform, now comprised of Panhandlers, and whose meetings will occur at the same time as the Panhellenic Society, outside on the sidewalk, so that members can ask for money as Panhellenites come and go. More on this later.

3. A public relations firm for terrorists, to offset the bad job the C.I.A. is doing. The goal will be to give the citizenry, both shadow and actual, a constant visage on which to displace discontent (or place discontent, or displace content, etc.). Its strategy will involve a highly complex and leaderless network of blogs, the cornerstone of which will be the forthcoming new and improved Osama Bin Laden blog entitled Osama been Bloggin'. Again, more on this later.

5th Level Grecian Philosopher beats your Mountain Gnome Card

I've found a new spot to sit and read on campus. I won't tell you where it is, but I will tell you that it has got large windows that let in plenty of light, and is relatively quiet. I almost wish I would have started going there before the snowy season was over so I could sit in one of the windows and watch it.

We've recently blasted through sections of Plato's Republic in my Western Civilization class; I sat in one of the big windows reading it this morning. I am intrigued by it, for a number of reasons: 1) I'm fascinated at what seems to be the Grecian idea of "good" prior to Socratic/Platonic thought, 2) I'm surprised at all of the little instances where Plato's nuanced observations about human nature (via the character of Socrates) resonate with a sort of timely timelessness - you know: how it seems as though the characters are remarking about folks today, in the modern world. And 3) it seems as though Socrates and all of his nerdy smart-friends sitting around dreaming up an ideal city are the archetypical forum of D&D types, sitting around arguing about the lineage of 12th level Elfin clerics and such. Somehow. Also somehow I'm excited about reading Aristotle next.

Culled Blog Draft/ Gratuitous Tired Post #1

The words roll like an avalanche, being pushed by a vicious gravity, at the forefront of which is the narrative of our lives. It isn't a sentence, it's a calamitous cavalcade, a rolling maelstrom, behind which the residue of experience is left: it is a sentence, a sizzling white wake that dissolves into the blue.

It swirls into the eddy of a paragraph and piles up against the others at the checkpoints and the margins. Eventually the story will swell and coalesce into an explosive potential.

Google search:maelstrom

I'm Me.

I looked at myself in the mirror at the video store tonight and thought that I looked like someone who looked like me.

When I was young I was equally intrigued with three ideas that spoke to a single, young, and budding existential dilemma. I would look in the mirror trying to imagine whatever it is that was before the universe, and later (presumably) human beings. I couldn't get over the fact that in trying to imagine nothing - a void, a vacuum - I was in fact imagining something, and that it was impossible to imagine anything prior to the time when there was something. When I got bored with that I would - still looking in the mirror - repeat my name out loud over and over again, until I attained this acute sense of 1) what an utterly bizarre sound the sound of my name was and 2) how it failed miserably in even coming close to representing anything that might signify who I was as an individual. I was always aware of the fact that the association between myself and my name was arbitrary (which is, apparently, one of my top ten favorite words according to Rachel). Similarly, there was this cartoon on Sesame Street that I remember. It consisted of two spice-drop looking characters, one large and blue, and the other small and red. The large one would hop onto the screen and bellow: "I'm BIG... I'm BIG. I'M BIG" or something to that effect. Troubled, the little red fellow would fidget about for a bit before finally mustering up that courage to utter the words "I'm... I'm ...I'm... ME. I'm ME! I'm ME! I'M ME!" Obviously it was one of those propaganda clips meant to inculcate kids with a sense of worth regardless of size or color, but for me it represented a different dilemma. Later, looking in the mirror, I would have a hard time reconciling the truth of the statement "I'm Me" with the truth itself. If I was first of all someTHING - did indeed exist - was second of all not my name, nor merely an amalgam of my physical characteristcs (red, blue, big, little), than what was I?

let alone this semester

I've been giving it some thought and hitting a brick wall fairly early each time, so I've decided to go ahead and begin my list of "to-dos" for the Winter Break. Though the day after tomorrow will dawn upon a new, recently done with the semester me, I still can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, that is: I can't really conceptualized a me that is done with anything, let alone this semester. Already my English Literature class is done, my Deans Scholars seminar is over, my Arabic work is done - leaving me only my COMS and Algebra finals, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, respectively. But enough of that: what do I do next? There are quite a few events, including parties and Christmas family and Church get-togethers, traveling to Oklahoma, working, planning for next semester. By a list of things to do I mean things I want to do/ need done. We'll start with want to do.

Reading list: read a book. Fiction. Which one? I've been wanting to read a modern notable like Michael Chabon or David Foster Wallace, but it seems as if both libraries are all checked out of the books I want. I've also been reading Dante's Divine Comedy, but for some reason I'm thinking something... "lighter?" I don't know. Dante is pretty cool. I've also checked out a collection of H.P Lovecraft short stories. I'm a bit obsessed with Cthuhlu lately. I also need to finish Naguib Mafouz's "Children of Gebelawi," but that, too, seems a bit heavy for my needs right now. I have needs, and I'm going to feed them, and then sic them on somebody. Also there is my mentor's book "Poetry and the Public: The Social Form of Modern U.S. Poetics," that I need to read, and Leela Gandhi's "Postcolonial Theory" that I also need to read, but I'm thinking about having a non-academic rule concerning what I read over the break. That would mean that "Graduate Study for the 21st Century," which is also on my list/ stack, is also out of the question. God willing, my mother has purchased St. Ephraim the Syrian's "Spiritual Psalter," which will give me some substantial spiritual food, but still, I want some fiction. I am also almost done with the final Darwish compilation, which is fabulous.

Sigh.

My lists are really lacking these days.

Take two: Things to do over break:

1. Read a book.

It's a start. Here is a poem I wrote and posted at
la revista de la estrella blanca:

I want a suit
a grey suit, like
a real poet
serious but informal
tieless with the memory
of a tie having purposefully
been there earlier

like poets can wear suits
now like businessmen wore
suits but a poet might get
a state burial or a statue
but not me, I'll just be
a nobody in a suit

children or no

I spend a great deal of time walking around in circles in my children's room in the dark. Well, not really a great deal of time, but it seems like alot, and I probably do spend more time walking around in circles in a dark room than most of my friends, children or no. My son has is turning out to be quite the little gremlin. He's built like a lumberjack, and enjoys romper-rooming about like a Wild Thing. This translates into many a spill and subsequent markings, but he doesn't mind much so neither do we. I don't let myself get angry when I feel as though I've got a lot to do and I've got to take the time getting him to sleep. It isn't easy. I'm often on the verge, but besides him not being able to help his crankiness (age, teeth coming in), and him being beautiful beyond belief, it is good to stop and think, focus on the details of the dark room, my creaky body, my aching sinuses, my mind in browning motions. I watch the digits on my daughters clock tic, tic, tic, gauging when it will be safe to put him in his sleeper. I feel the weight of his head sink deeper into my arm, his breaths spread out, his limbs dangle. Then I put him down, and get back to work.