10.22.2003

A rare treat today, on this very good day, a wonderful, pleasurable way to end the day: local public radio is playing the full recording of Verdi's Requiem Mass, un cut, and it fills me with so many feelings I have no words for.

Dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla
teste David cum Sybilla
Dies irae, dies illa...


My feet do hurt, and my soles (pun intended) are tired from walking. I picked up equipment for friday for mesuring bones, carried them across campus, walked back across campus, etc. But yet, somehow, dispite the pain in my feet, it was a good day...

Quantus tremor est futurus,
quando Judex est venturus
cuncta stricte discussurus.


Fun with the trauma and disease lab in Anthro today. Seeing familar bones, explaining to people what was happening, knowing some of the specimens from past semesters by sight. It was wonderful. I love that lab. Then Plato - I'm very glad Erik talked me into going - we got into an argument over invisibility as a valuable super power for doing good. Much localized evil, yes, but there is little good that just invisibility can do. However, to quote a later conversation - "Does a rocket launcher count as a super power, if its invisible too?" The point being, that if we were invisible at will, we would do things we wanted to but didnt do because we would get caught - sleeping with the king's wife ("Wouldn't she notice?") for example - as a proof against the idea that people do moral things for their own good. And then Marketing, where we talked the prof into an open book quiz, and into skipping one of the chapters so we could go home early. She likes going home early.

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
per sepulchra regionum,
coget omnes ante thronum


My mother bought me another Prattchet book I didnt have, and a new Lovecraft collection. I love Lovecraft, and though I've read everything he ever wrote, I am always eager to see a new collection, and what it has to offer to his work in terms of aragement and comentary. Needless to say, my favorite collection of Lovecraft I own is an annotated edition of several works including "At the Mountains of Madness" - my second favorite Lovecraft story. Want to know my favorite? I'm not telling.

Mors stupebit et natura,
cum resurget creatura,
judicanti responsura.


Death has struck, and all nature is quaking - but as they so often forget, death is Nature's ultimate ending for us all.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home