i must be getting good at it. zoja asked me if i had ever considered the stage. who needs a stage? we do it every tuesday and thursday for an hour and a half. we do it unceasingly. we do it when we tilt our heads back and arch our backs and close our eyes. we do it every time we are conscious of our posture. we do it unremittingly, and mostly, it is glorious.
we were reading plato last friday and zoja asked if we had ever exulted at our enemy's misfortune, and, naturally, i said, "oh ye-es." hence the stage comment. also because she thought i did a good job pretending to be protarchus, my voice dripping irony. this was followed by a discussion of honesty. am i being honest? am i saying it with such obvious relish for effect? this kid got cornered pretty bad, and everyone had a laugh. i love zoja. she is the person i want to grow into when i am seventy.
there is something essentially fake about me. if you were holden caulfield, you'd call me a phony and give yourself an aneurysm resisting my phoniness. but you would never triumph.
anyway, what has happened is this: i met the department folks and others from uni after what seemed like eons and quite improbably i could not help but think, good lord, i love these people. it was a genuine feeling. i was surprised.
this valentine's day, i gave myself the gift of an add-on graduate certificate and a spring break camping trip to a coastal island off savannah, GA. i won't be traveling alone. i will probably not have access to decent plumbing. but i've never been camping, and i cannot wait.
we were reading plato last friday and zoja asked if we had ever exulted at our enemy's misfortune, and, naturally, i said, "oh ye-es." hence the stage comment. also because she thought i did a good job pretending to be protarchus, my voice dripping irony. this was followed by a discussion of honesty. am i being honest? am i saying it with such obvious relish for effect? this kid got cornered pretty bad, and everyone had a laugh. i love zoja. she is the person i want to grow into when i am seventy.
there is something essentially fake about me. if you were holden caulfield, you'd call me a phony and give yourself an aneurysm resisting my phoniness. but you would never triumph.
anyway, what has happened is this: i met the department folks and others from uni after what seemed like eons and quite improbably i could not help but think, good lord, i love these people. it was a genuine feeling. i was surprised.
this valentine's day, i gave myself the gift of an add-on graduate certificate and a spring break camping trip to a coastal island off savannah, GA. i won't be traveling alone. i will probably not have access to decent plumbing. but i've never been camping, and i cannot wait.
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