...PLEASE. Holding steady at #10.
To drop back to the whole urban density thing from a few entries ago, our guest lecturer today noted that Minneapolis is the LEAST dense of the 25 largest US metropolises. I don't know if that's really true (LA sprawl comes to mind) but it's verifiable enough. Still no word on density in Paris.
We now have two competitive prices on movers for next Saturday. It's more expensive than I thought it would be, but B and I are too old and too decrepit to "tote that barge and lift that bale" so movers it is. Moving is too disgusting a process to foist off on your friends under the guise of "hey, come on over, and have some pizza and beer and oh by the way, take some boxes upstairs on your way."
Our new place is on the second floor, as you may have guessed. But at least the stairs are INTERIOR. It is to be hoped that there'll be no accidents like this winter's, when someone fell down the unshoveled stairs and twisted his ankle and spent the next two months hobbling about.
All I think about is school. But I can't write about it: the schoolwork parts are too boring (even for me) and the people parts would be too offensive. "Tell us what you REALLY think"? No, that wouldn't be a good idea. Not at all.
I fell asleep a little while ago watching Stoned Phillips narrate a piece about satanic ritual in, yes, Texas. Well, if the Salem witchcraft trials are to be re-enacted, Texas seems like the sort of state that could accommodate them. One's first reaction is always righteous indignation that such things can happen in the 21st century, but then one thinks that probably lives are being ruined in this way, constantly, all around the world. It's just one of the infinitely many techniques that humans have for torturing one another.
It had to happen: I wanted to look at Foucault's article on heterotopia and then at a Hawthorne short story about a poisoned garden, and both are packed in boxes. "Rapuccini's Daughter"? I think that's the name. Hawthorne was a twisted soul. When I read the new bio of him a couple of years ago, though, I just wished I could have known him. Those are the best kinds of bios - you wish they would never end.
Posted by otto0114 at April 23, 2004 09:23 PM