Self-centered drivel
That's what most blogs are, except "The Sophist" and the others listed on my Links and the links listed on "The Sophist." In fact this one proves my point. More than proves my point. Dribbling drivel and I'm in the driver's seat. Here's a napkin, and we'll move on from here.
I've got a list of things as long as my whatever that I should be getting to this morning (suffice it to say it's a very long list), including shredding literally file cabinets of papers that I've hauled around with me for one reason or another. Shredding for two reasons: to prevent identity theft; and the bonus reason, the stuff will make good packing material. How clever of me. Again, I'm procrastinating. After a big brouhaha about the books I'm keeping--and I am keeping them--it's shred and pack time. And order (more) boxes time, and take one of the cars in for it's 1000 mile check-up time, and find movers I can trust time, once I find a storage space time. See? Drivel.
Instead, I'll share a story. This morning I was out on the landing and one of my neighbors came out wearing a t-shirt that had the Seven Deadly Sins listed on the front, with "Sloth" crossed out. It reminded me of one of my extremely lovable and eccentric professors. One morning as we arrived in class--Shakespeare's Comedies--he had written the Seven Deadly Sins on the blackboard. He was always heading off on one tangent or another.
And I'll head off on this tangent a moment to give you another example of his you-are-in-this-world, but-I-am-over-here-in this-world presence: This morning we were going to discuss The Two Gentlemen of Verona, but instead I'm going to read parts of The Misanthrope by Moliere. I was just reading it this morning. And he went on to read it aloud and dramatically. In French. None of us knew French.
Back to my story: He had the Seven Deadly Sins on the blackboard. For those of you who can't remember them they are: Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Sloth, Pride, Lust, and Wrath. How many of you know what these are? He waved his hand at the blackboard. We sat there like lumps, because we never knew where he might be headed. These are the Seven Deadly Sins. He then turned around and wrote another word on the board. How many of you know what this is? Again, lumpish silence. This is the eighth deadly sin. Without it, the other ones can't function. "Respectability." Avoid it at all costs.
I've got a list of things as long as my whatever that I should be getting to this morning (suffice it to say it's a very long list), including shredding literally file cabinets of papers that I've hauled around with me for one reason or another. Shredding for two reasons: to prevent identity theft; and the bonus reason, the stuff will make good packing material. How clever of me. Again, I'm procrastinating. After a big brouhaha about the books I'm keeping--and I am keeping them--it's shred and pack time. And order (more) boxes time, and take one of the cars in for it's 1000 mile check-up time, and find movers I can trust time, once I find a storage space time. See? Drivel.
Instead, I'll share a story. This morning I was out on the landing and one of my neighbors came out wearing a t-shirt that had the Seven Deadly Sins listed on the front, with "Sloth" crossed out. It reminded me of one of my extremely lovable and eccentric professors. One morning as we arrived in class--Shakespeare's Comedies--he had written the Seven Deadly Sins on the blackboard. He was always heading off on one tangent or another.
And I'll head off on this tangent a moment to give you another example of his you-are-in-this-world, but-I-am-over-here-in this-world presence: This morning we were going to discuss The Two Gentlemen of Verona, but instead I'm going to read parts of The Misanthrope by Moliere. I was just reading it this morning. And he went on to read it aloud and dramatically. In French. None of us knew French.
Back to my story: He had the Seven Deadly Sins on the blackboard. For those of you who can't remember them they are: Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Sloth, Pride, Lust, and Wrath. How many of you know what these are? He waved his hand at the blackboard. We sat there like lumps, because we never knew where he might be headed. These are the Seven Deadly Sins. He then turned around and wrote another word on the board. How many of you know what this is? Again, lumpish silence. This is the eighth deadly sin. Without it, the other ones can't function. "Respectability." Avoid it at all costs.
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