things of little relevance


books not boys
March 31, 2009, 7:57 pm
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My friends know me too well.
Khalid: some guy is reading cicero in latin next to me
just your type
me: [redacted]
Khalid: probably socially inept
me: [redacted]
Khalid: i don’t know, i haven’t looked at him, i just see the books

If my life were a romantic comedy, Khalid’s last comment would be the tagline.


punny
March 31, 2009, 1:10 am
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“What is [m]ajest[y], when stripped of its externals, but a jest?”

Today I made a pun on Emile with “a meal.” At least I thought it was clever.



yente
March 30, 2009, 1:07 am
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I have a tendency to play matchmaker—”It’s the Jewish mother in me.” I abide by the belief that if person A likes me, and person B likes me, then A and B must like each other! After all, I am an acquired taste. Granted, love is not a mathematical equation, but it’s still nice to be able to point to a couple and say, “I created this.”

“It was late before we parted. I wanted to take him in to supper with Mme d’Épinay, but he declined; and whatever efforts I made at one time or another to persuade him to meet her, out of my usual desire to bring the people I love together…”
-Rousseau likes to play yente, Confessions

Curtis Sittenfeld likes to play yente.



spring fling
March 27, 2009, 2:43 am
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This past week has been riddled with late nights at Butler. At least I’ve been coming home to this (love Thomas More, love de Tocqueville), this (also love food), and this (love dead white men)!



exchange
March 23, 2009, 10:55 pm
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“You would like such and such values to be realized?—fine, but then you must also accept these others, for without them the former cannot exist. An exchange, and one in which something is gained and something is lost.”

– Franco Moretti on the Bildungsroman

Application extends beyond narrative.



the kindly ones
March 22, 2009, 11:25 am
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Daniel Mendelsohn’s review of The Kindly Ones is one of those rare reviews that transcends the intellectual complexity of the actual book. If it weren’t for the explicit excerpts (coprophagy, anyone?), I would actually try to read it; I was cringing during the review, thus I doubt I can stomach the book. That said, Mendelsohn satiated any remaining interest I had in The Kindly Ones.



open mouth, insert rabbit’s foot
March 17, 2009, 11:47 pm
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(disregard the praire dress)

A drunk man accosted me on the subway tonight. Typically I ignore come-on’s from undesirables but the lack of progress with my Galileo paper put me in a mood.

Reeking of alcohol and hovering over me, a man in a green button-down repeatedly told me he would “rock my world” and then went on to enumerate the various ways he would do so. I kept reading. Then in the middle of Edith Wharton’s description of Henry Jame’s death—”So here it is at last, the distinguished thing!”— he took the book out of my hand and closed it. He lost my page.

I snapped at him, “I can’t take anyone who wears green on St. Patrick’s day seriously. Or anyone who celebrates this holiday.” He obviously did not expect to elicit such a vitriolic response and switched to a farther pole. With his body no longer dominating my visual field, I suddenly realized that I was surrounded by revelers in green. Right across from me sat a couple wearing ridiculous matching shamrock hats, a group of frat boy’s in green t-shirts were a few seats away. It was impossible to interpret their stares. Were they sorry about the sexual harassment? Angered by my sacrilegious derision of St. Patty’s Day? Or confused by my Little House on the Praire get-up?

I switched cars.