The Fool’s Tragedy in 5 acts
On one hand I only have 5 pages (out of 10). On the other hand I know what I’m going to write for the last 6 paragraphs;
- it is impossible to escape being a fool once one has donned the cap.
- this is especially true in death, but that’s okay since then they are equals (the jester, the duke, the knight all turn into fools after they die)
- also being dead is simply more fun than being alive
- so the joke is that everyone is afraid of death but shouldn’t be (this being Death’s joke) this includes the reader as well, so we are foolish.
- this is the truth the reader is left with. since the reader can see the truth and the humor, they end up being the jester, and also literally hold a book Death’s Jest-Book or The Fool’s Tragedy
- conclusion paragraph
so that’s what I’m going to write in the morning.
11:57 pm • 27 May 2012 • 1 note
my final essay, which is due tomorrow (including a much needed not-do-to-laziness extension) is finally starting to make sense.
I decided to abandon the comparison to Hamlet (primarily since Hamlet doesn’t really have any jests other than Hamlet himself, the two clowns that are digging Ophelia a grave and the skull that was Hamlet’s jester when he was a child).
(I’m writing on Death’s Jest-Book, and truth and jesters and it’s pretty fun but also fairly ambitious, even without the Hamlet comparison. the play is awesome though, it’s like Shakespeare and Tim Burton exploded on each-other).
8:54 pm • 27 May 2012 • 1 note
“Latinos, Asians, African-Americans and other minorities accounted for 50.4% of births last year, marking the first time in U.S. history this has happened.”
(Source: CNN)
6:03 pm • 27 May 2012 • 2 notes
that there is a job to check the sex of a chicken, because the males make mayhem in breeding facilities. unfortunately the people who have these jobs are an aging population, and it’s a bit of a problem for the chicken industry.
also:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/the-overthinking-persons-drinking-game/
also i forgot how purely angry my father can make me. more than any one else I have ever encountered, by leaps and bounds.
10:09 pm • 26 May 2012
my brother just kissed me goodnight with about 25 pecks on the cheek.
that from the boy who greeted me* by saying that he couldn’t explain to Bob (the bus driver) how to say forsythia right.
and then asked me why I wasn’t wearing shoes or socks (we were outside)
*you know, me being back from college after being gone for a while
10:04 pm • 25 May 2012 • 1 note
1) My dad came and picked me up today. In the car, I brought up the fact that, at baccalaureate, the professors dressed up in fancy robes, which varied in color depending on where they got their highest degree from. I asked him if he had worn one.
But no, he hadn’t, since he skipped his phd graduation from Brandeis. yup.
2) My brother and grandmother and father set up a really small greenhouse in the front yard, so now we have tomatoes and peppers and cucumbers growing, and also they planted an apple tree in the back!
3) Potemkin (our cat) now spends a fair bit of time outdoors. He’s still super friendly though; that, or he recognized me, because he came up to me pretty quickly to get petted.
6:57 pm • 25 May 2012
“Aryans, or more specifically Indo-Aryans, make their first notable appearance in history around 2000-1500 BC as invaders of Northern India.
…
The Indo-Aryans are the ethno-linguistic descendants of the Indic branch of the Indo-Iranians. The earliest records of Indo-Aryans are in the Rigveda, and in references to the Mitanni rulers…
Arya, meaning “noble,” appears in various Indo-European languages.”
— fact for the 22nd: So, I don’t actually like the way the article was written, but Sumedah and I were talking about the preference for light-skin in India. I assumed that it was because of the British, but apparently its seriously predates that.
(Source: indoaryans.org)
8:14 pm • 24 May 2012
1) you can look at all the senior projects from the past, weird shelving units on which you can turn a handle to get to another unit, and hundreds of black-bound projects with names in silver or white, I don’t remember. Alphabetical order.
2) graduation robes are really really warm, and the today’s humidity did not help. I was singing while wearing a black plastic bag*. Otherwise it was the ceremony was enjoyable in some ways, I didn’t expect it to be but I guess because it was a build up to a big moment for most of the people in the room (namely the seniors), I could feel it in the air a bit.
3) New School’s library barely exists, with books stacked. Something about an evil ex-president. I considered going there (and UMass Amherst and Clark University)
*or, more accurately, 100% recycled polyester.
7:46 pm • 24 May 2012 • 1 note
A model of Rafael Nadal is surrounded by tennis balls at a tennis center in Regents Park in London. The ten-time Grand Slam winner and Olympic Gold medalist has been reproduced as a wax model where he will be on display to the public.
10:06 pm • 23 May 2012 • 3 notes
I want too much
you’re gonna rock it.
I wish this was true. I left in the middle of the exam to go cry in the bathroom, and then came back to stare at it a bit more.
and then I called home after and cried on the phone to my dad outside that weird little building down the hill from the RKC, and some lady-prof came out and asked if anything was wrong because she could hear me through the window. she had a British accent.
But then my dad had to go to a meeting so I talked to my mom. And then my Research Methods prof came by and asked me if I was okay, and I said I’m fine and she said are you sure and I said yes and smiled.
and then I had to go to research methods and do a group presentation, and I realized we hadn’t looked at the guidelines while making the slideshow and were probably missing some stuff.
and then I went to Frank but I didn’t have anything to say except that I hadn’t done well.
I lay by the soccer field for a bit, rain drizzling, vast bright grayness above me.
3:53 pm • 22 May 2012
