10 Years After

My return to college

1.23.2003

School's Out

School has been cancelled today due to snowfall. This is the second day this semester for this. 10 years ago it seems like we had one snow day a year, at most. What's even stranger is that I was able to get the news from a radio station before the University was able to update their own Web site with this news. In fact, it was somewhere between a half hour and an hour before the University did update their Web page. I found this very strange, but perhaps one can only update the news section from an on campus computer or it takes an hour to clear all the red tape in order to make any posting of University news.

Oh well, at least there is pleanty of snow. Plus, instead of going to classes and then to work, I volunteered to go into work early and do a longer shift.

1.21.2003

Pictures at an Exhibition: With the Dead in a Language Dead

During World Civ last semester the instructor aroused in me the idea of learning Ancient Egyptian. According to him, it is not all that difficult to learn the hieroglyphic system of writing. At least not as hard as one might think. Shortly after the semester ended I saw a neat little grammarian in Barnes & Nobles in Knoxville on how to self-learn Ancient Egyptian. Well, actually my girlfriend saw it. I've resisted, rather well, the urge to purchase that book.

This semester I have an urge to learn Anglo-Saxon. It's actually something I've been wanting to learn for a long time; I've just been too lazy. Plus, or so I tell myself, I have Spanish to learn and I don't know if I can cope with trying to learn two languages at once. Nevertheless, a quick goodle search turns up some fascinating hits.

1.19.2003

Attacked by Snakes

During the Winter Break I came across a quote from Coleridge regarding snakes. In light of my interest last semester regarding the snakes in Coleridge's "Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" I thought I would include the post here. Interestingly, I found the quote as a preface to A.S. Byatt's novel, "The Game."
The principal of the imagination resembles the emblem of the serpent, by which the ancients typified wisdom and the universe, with undulating folds, for ever varying and for ever flowing into itself - circular, and without beginning or end.
S.T. Coelridge.

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