Lounge

I started work last night at the University Cafe. It's fun so far, though a little exhausting. Y'all should come check it out, I work the next two days. Other than that, I've mostly been doing nothing, which is why I've had nothing to say. I imagine my life will become a little bit more interesting now that I have some money to spend. I know, that sounds shallow, but you can't really do anything in virginia without some cash. Anyway, I'm off to get ready. Bye.

Cucumber Bowl

Jeez. I have been slacking with my blogs. Well, oh well, I have been busy. Just yesterday I ate a raw quail egg on a bed of caviar. I don't expect everyone to believe me, but it's true nonetheless. Yesterday, I also discovered that there is not a single used-book store in Norfolk worth visiting. I can count on one hand the amount of bookstores in Virginia worth visiting. And they are: Riverby, Chop Suey, Second Story Books, Black Swan, and Givens. I can't get a handle on the weather, my allergies are starting and I have to wear a sweater, it's all very confusing to my bonsai's. I'll be starting work soon at the University Cafe and I can't wait for all of you to visit me. I got an email back from a job I applied for, telling me they were no longer hiring, but that my resume looked good enough and that I should find a job soon; then the guy sent me a link to a job site aggregator and told he would keep my resume on file in case they needed anyone in the future. I'm still not sure where to file that email. I don't think I'll ever know, probably one of those great mysteries. Well I cannot wait to start working again, I don't think I'll ever forget these months of joblessness and how horrible they were. Anyway, I'm tired and so I'm going to go to bed. Hope y'all are doing well, more tomorrow.

Gaffein

We have come to the fork in the road, where we must say goodbye to the academic. I have decided to create a new blog, just for my philosophical ramblings. I'll be keeping this blog as a gateway way for my friends to keep in touch with me and stay aware of what I'm doing with my life - so far as I see fit to write about it. The new blog is Existential Emotions. I hope y'all like the changes and I'll post again soon. In advance, I'm sorry for all of the facebook spam about my new blog.

Hey, Rachel, I love you!

I haven't stopped posting, I've just been too busy to type a full post about logic. In place of a huge post on Logic, I will tell you that I'll be reading Dostoevsky for the next 24 hours straight and I lost the notes I used while writing my thesis for Religion. I'm pretty excited about the former and pretty upset about the latter. Since I'm too lazy to post about philosophy tonight, I'll remind everyone that the 30th of March is my two-year anniversary with Rachel. I'm really excited about it and I plan on buying her a writing desk (maybe some dinner too). Anyway, I'm going to go to bed/read in bed. Have a good night.

The Immediate Erotic Stages

In Italian:

And English:

Madamina, il catalogo è questo Delle belle che amò il padron mio; un catalogo egli è che ho fatt'io; Osservate, leggete con me. In Italia seicento e quaranta; In Alemagna duecento e trentuna; Cento in Francia, in Turchia novantuna; Ma in Ispagna son già mille e tre. V'han fra queste contadine, Cameriere, cittadine, V'han contesse, baronesse, Marchesine, principesse. E v'han donne d'ogni grado, D'ogni forma, d'ogni età. Nella bionda egli ha l'usanza Di lodar la gentilezza, Nella bruna la costanza, Nella bianca la dolcezza. Vuol d'inverno la grassotta, Vuol d'estate la magrotta; È la grande maestosa, La piccina è ognor vezzosa. Delle vecchie fa conquista Pel piacer di porle in lista; Sua passion predominante È la giovin principiante. Non si picca — se sia ricca, Se sia brutta, se sia bella; Purché porti la gonnella, Voi sapete quel che fa.

My dear lady, this is a list Of the beauties my master has loved, A list which I have compiled. Observe, read along with me. In Italy, six hundred and forty; In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one; A hundred in France; in Turkey, ninety-one; But in Spain already one thousand and three. Among these are peasant girls, Maidservants, city girls, Countesses, baronesses, Marchionesses, princesses, Women of every rank, Every shape, every age. With blondes it is his habit To praise their kindness; In brunettes, their faithfulness; In the white-haired, their sweetness. In winter he likes fat ones. In summer he likes thin ones. He calls the tall ones majestic. The little ones are always charming. He seduces the old ones For the pleasure of adding to the list. His greatest favourite Is the young beginner. It doesn't matter if she's rich, Ugly or beautiful; If she wears a skirt, You know what he does.

An amazing aria from Mozart's Don Giovanni. I figured it was worth posting twice in one day, if it was something neat. And this is something neat, so enjoy.