On Moths and The Flame

You can spend all your time makin' money;
You can spend all your love makin' time.
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?

And when you're lookin' for your freedom
[Nobody seems to care]
And you can't find the door
[Can't find it anywhere]
When there's nothing to believe in
Still you're comin' back
[You're comin' back]
You're runnin' back for more...

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign,
And take it to the limit
One more time...

Truer word were never spoken, I think.

Internet, the Third

The internet is officially back up, thanks to a newer and sexier router. It seems that the older one only died some type of half-death, because it still half-works. We still have it, but in the age of digital information, a half-working router is like a half-working gas mask. It's just better to have a new one. And so it is. I attented a guest lecture this evening on 'The Romans and Ritual Murder." I enjoyed it as far as a student more interested in ancient Greece could, I suppose. Afterwards, there was a wine and cheese reception that was far too classy for the Humanities lounge in which it was held. I ducked out at about 10pm, having been on campus a good twelve hours. I'm not complaining though; I got a good deal of work done. The walk home was less than freezing, and the new router awaited me on my triumphant return. Good times. I suppose I'll now make an effort to finish my reading of Thucydides and the Sicilian Expedition. If I finish that, I can work on my paper proposal tomorrow. I have the feeling there's going to be some drastic changes between proposal and final paper, especially given the absence of most good sources from the library (for the moment). I'm actually feeling kind of limited by the topic, as I can't really make my paper too original without exponentially increasing the difficulty. I suppose I'll just try to write the kind of unoriginal second-year paper that they're expecting. Whee.

Internet II

The internet currently works via router. I don't know why. I suspect that it may be temporary, possibly because only two computers are on right now. It's also possible that my fixes actually worked. But unlikely. I'll keep you posted.

Internet

The system is down, man. For what seems to be no particular reason, out wireless router has decided to take control of the number of computers that can access the internet at a given time. Currently, that number is zero. I can connect by running the modem directly into my computer, but I'll have to share the connection with the rest of the house when they need it. Hopefully I'll get the problem sorted out soon, so we can return to the days of Plentiful Internet. Needless to say, my virtual correspondence will be minimal until then.

Barfly

Yes, I'm some sort of pub-going insect. What really tipped me off was the other-than-Thursday-night drinking that seems to happen a lot. No matter. I knows what I likes. I had intended to do (some) work tonight, but the committee that makes up my social self voted against it. I can't really say it was unexpected; the day was rather epic in its length. Yes, that adjective was not necessary. Anyways, I know the prospect of poring over a French etymological dictionary may sounds like buckets and buckets of illicit fun, but I assure you it can wait. It's actually going pretty well, considering my French is like Friedrich Engels. Largely forgotten. I actually got my CGS stuff done, which was far more important. I'll hand it in tomorrow, and then relax for approximately 48.3 seconds, after which I'll start work on something else. I'm going to shower now. I hear showering frequently is actually something that is specifically North American. I guess that means that a lot of the world is pretty dirty. Gross.

Update

I haven't posted in awhile, so I should probably try to keep my audience captive. Today was one of those rare days where I was done my homework before 7pm, so I had some spare time. I went to the library and started my Franco-Grecian work on the letter Rho, and then went to the gym with my brother. I was pretty burnt out by the end, experiencing the kind of muscular fatigue I get when I haven't eaten in a good while, so I came home to get some food. I had a bowl of some type of vegetable soup and some cereal, all to no avail. I think I've conclusively proven that my body is fuelled almost exclusively by meat, because three hamburgers later I'm in good shape again. Likewise, one of those Aramark pre-wrapped wraps full of tuna can keep me going for a good long time, while one of egg salad cannot. Maybe I now require more protein to accomodate increased musculature. I blame the gym. Word.