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I am somewhat desensitized by the last year and a half of elections. Also, I mailed my absentee ballot in last Friday, so I don't have to find time in my schedule to go vote.
Three guesses who got my vote, and the first two don't count. Not that it matters, because the day NJ goes red is a sad, sad day indeed. But. The cynic in me knows it's not that easy, but the idealist really, profoundly wants Obama to be everything he's promised to be. It's not going to make a difference, the cynic cries, because all Presidents suck (the cynic, I should point out, was eleven when Dubya was elected and formed her ideas on modern presidents accordingly). But it might, replies the idealist. And that's all I have to say.
So, instead of voting, I am going to take a Greek test, and then read to the class my three-page paper on how much Propertius likes it when his girlfriend beats him up. No, seriously. This isn't a very good translation, but I'm too lazy to type up the one I have. Propertius III.8--because this was not, in fact, before BDSM.
And yes, my Latin professor picked it out for me. I love her ♥. She's fun and awesome and can actually teach (unlike her husband, who I'm sure is a nice person, but not a good teacher of Greek). And I like the class itself, which makes her more likeable for me, y'know? Because talking about stuff I find interesting is always fun, and then I get credit!
Classics fandom = best fandom ever. Proof that gaining legitimacy doesn't have to mean becoming dull--assisted by the fact that Moral Guardians can seldom read what we're reading and assume it's something very erudite. (Also, classics department lunch tomorrow = free pizza!)
Three guesses who got my vote, and the first two don't count. Not that it matters, because the day NJ goes red is a sad, sad day indeed. But. The cynic in me knows it's not that easy, but the idealist really, profoundly wants Obama to be everything he's promised to be. It's not going to make a difference, the cynic cries, because all Presidents suck (the cynic, I should point out, was eleven when Dubya was elected and formed her ideas on modern presidents accordingly). But it might, replies the idealist. And that's all I have to say.
So, instead of voting, I am going to take a Greek test, and then read to the class my three-page paper on how much Propertius likes it when his girlfriend beats him up. No, seriously. This isn't a very good translation, but I'm too lazy to type up the one I have. Propertius III.8--because this was not, in fact, before BDSM.
And yes, my Latin professor picked it out for me. I love her ♥. She's fun and awesome and can actually teach (unlike her husband, who I'm sure is a nice person, but not a good teacher of Greek). And I like the class itself, which makes her more likeable for me, y'know? Because talking about stuff I find interesting is always fun, and then I get credit!
Classics fandom = best fandom ever. Proof that gaining legitimacy doesn't have to mean becoming dull--assisted by the fact that Moral Guardians can seldom read what we're reading and assume it's something very erudite. (Also, classics department lunch tomorrow = free pizza!)