Promethean Fire

It's rather late right now and I'm a bit too jittery to sleep. The following blog therefore will be bereft of much insight and will be reduced to bullets but readers will have to appreciate it for what it is.

• "In everything that is said there is an excess of the unsaid." -- Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger -- I realize that I depend on this quote far too much as an excuse for the frequency of my taciturn moods yet there is still a lot of truth in this. There comes a point when words cease to hold much meaning, not because words lack meaning (read St. Thomas More's speech to Meg in prison in Robert Bolt's A Man for All Seasons) but because as eloquent as language is it falls short in expressing a particular depth of feeling. And damn it, that's frustrating but with Thursday night as an example, there is a particularly valuable type of relationship that can manage to overcome that. The lackings in human communication are still there...annoyingly, but thank goodness words are not the only means of communication.
• Papers are annoying.
• Van Riper, John, Sean, Louise, Nat and I hung out to enjoy the beautiful fall weather Wednesday and managed to cultivate one of the most awkward conversations. It made it to the lower rungs of the Top Ten. Louise, Sean and I particularly had some shining foot-in-mouth moments. I'm still wondering what in the world we were trying to say.
• Papers are fun, depending on the topic and mood.
• I miss Shannon, Elizabeth and Dustin a whole lot. (Oh and, Dustin, sorry I didn't call you Thursday night. Something...rather important came up. I'll try calling this weekend.
• Hudsucker Proxy is incredibly hilarious and it reminded me of working at McDonald's. Dr. Beiting's choice was excellent. Oh, and Jennifer Jason Leigh was stunning in the movie. She channelled Rosalind Russell perfectly: manish, frighteningly intense with an accent that made you go, "Where in the world is that supposed to be from?!" but she was still endearing. Though I still want her to get a massage just to loosen up that nervous twitch.
• I haven't sleep in my bed since Wednesday just because I didn't feel like moving my stuff from the futon, the first floor of Gabriel Hall smelt overwhelming and randomly of fish Thursday night, but Dr. Beiting used the word "monolithic" in our Ancient Greece class. Go Sean. Or at least your vocabulary.
• After watching the film society movie, we walked to the cemetary, prayed the Divine Mercy chaplet and generally had a really good night. Mel and I sang while looking at the stars. We entertained ourselves for a few minutes at least and isn't that the main point? Justin thought it was nice. Sean began a game of Anwer Only in Question Form (which never fails to remind me of Woody Allen, who knows why?) and promised to write a lovely musical in which we could all star. It shall be called The Buddy Film of King Lear and Cujo Singing' in the Operahouse. And it will win the Sean Award.
• After which we jumped the fence to return to Ave. And I simultaneously puntured my hands and legs on the chainlink fence while ripping my pants. (I will now work out like Rocky to increase my incredibly pitiful upper body strength.) The puncture wounds not so bad. Pants are beyond repair and made the walk home highly self-conscious. Oh shit. I'm remembering the pants. They ripped up to the pocket. Wow. Not cool, attractive or socially recoverable. I probably scarred anone who had to see that. At least the moment was as high quality funny as it was embarressing.
• Wow, that was really embarressing. But I keep thinking we should return to the graveyard some other night because that was so dang fun. "Had the feel of Europe" I believe. Maybe I'll fix the pants, so they become my fence-hopping pants. As Sean pointed out, neither he nor Chris nor Mel sustained any damage. I am calling to mind Brigid's judgment that homeschooling fails because homeschoolers can't survive out in the wild. I resent this comment. I realize I am the one with ripped pants, but I refuse to give up. I will learn the highly valuable skill of chain-link fence jumping (and I should point out that I've done that on several occasions and never had a problem before.)

Wow, this is a long blog. Sorry.

Ciao.