Murphy's Bucket

Life craves the goods occurring in the world, and thus turns itself into one of them only to find out that things (res), if compared to life, are of almost sempiternal permanence. Things endure. They will be tomorrow what they are today and what they were yesterday. Only life vanishes from day to day in its rush toward death. Life does not last and it does not remain identical. It is not ever-present and, indeed, is never pre- sent, since it is always not yet or no more. No earthly goods can lend support to life's instability. The future will strip it of all of them and in death it will lose itself along with its acquisitions. True, all worldly goods are good as such, being created by God. It is only a life that clings to them, and will always be deprived of them in the future, that also turns them into changeable mutabilia.

going to keep working on my hymn to the Origin of the Work of Art.

I got into grad school. Hopefully nothing bad happens like

sometimes I think that men and women can understand each other but I also know that no man could ever know what it's like to be a 22 year old woman and sit in a seminar about the beguines, taught by a teacher who doesn't understand the beguines, surrounded by male peers who don't understand the beguines, and to have to try to explain how they're wrong, while they all get annoyed at you, and while your uterus is making you feel like you're being compressed beneath a heavy rock. like trying to form a sentence but you're literally gritting your teeth from pain

I will never be widely liked by my peers in academic settings because I'm a) a woman and b) read very closely with a good memory. the combination means that I am a bitch and always have small "gotcha" moments. These degrade the male ego until it overflows, leading to

Weekend reading