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My cell phone charger just followed up a week of crankiness with giving up the ghost entirely, and since I discovered this when attempting to charge up my completely dead battery, it's looking like I'll be out of phone contact for a while. I'll try to get out of work a little early so I can replace the charger tonight, but it's entirely possible I won't be able to do anything until tomorrow. So, um, if you're waiting for a phone call from me... I don't hate you, I promise. Okay? Okay.
Jun. 16th, 2004
HAPPY BLOOMSDAY!
That's right, kids, today is the 100th anniversary of Leopold Bloom's fictional journey through Dublin in James Joyce's epic novel, Ulysses.
Everyone should run, not walk to their nearst Irish pub, drink a few pints of Guinness, and read the "Cyclops" chapter. That shit makes acid look tame, I promise.
I was hoping BossPaul, at least, would be nerdy enough to appreciate my cheery greeting of "Happy Bloomsday!" when I walked in today, but he, alas, is a crazy medievalist and just gave me a blank look. Any modernist nerds out there who are interested in getting drunk and reading Joyce, do let me know.
...yeah, didn't think so.
Oh, if only I could be in Dublin with all the other nerds right now...
EDIT: Things that make me happy:
1. At least Google appreciates Joyce.
2. If you're looking for a quick 'n' dirty intro to Ulysses,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dignam is excerpting the salient quotes from one chapter every hour. We shall see how he deals with Oxen in the Sun, oh yes...
Also, because today appears to be my day for rampant literary snobbery, here's an excerpt from a W.H. Auden poem that we read in class today and struck me as particularly appropriate:
But in the importance and noise of tomorrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.
Oh, academia, how I will miss thee...
That's right, kids, today is the 100th anniversary of Leopold Bloom's fictional journey through Dublin in James Joyce's epic novel, Ulysses.
Everyone should run, not walk to their nearst Irish pub, drink a few pints of Guinness, and read the "Cyclops" chapter. That shit makes acid look tame, I promise.
I was hoping BossPaul, at least, would be nerdy enough to appreciate my cheery greeting of "Happy Bloomsday!" when I walked in today, but he, alas, is a crazy medievalist and just gave me a blank look. Any modernist nerds out there who are interested in getting drunk and reading Joyce, do let me know.
...yeah, didn't think so.
Oh, if only I could be in Dublin with all the other nerds right now...
EDIT: Things that make me happy:
1. At least Google appreciates Joyce.
2. If you're looking for a quick 'n' dirty intro to Ulysses,
dignam is excerpting the salient quotes from one chapter every hour. We shall see how he deals with Oxen in the Sun, oh yes...Also, because today appears to be my day for rampant literary snobbery, here's an excerpt from a W.H. Auden poem that we read in class today and struck me as particularly appropriate:
But in the importance and noise of tomorrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.
Oh, academia, how I will miss thee...
