The Nunnery

After I am gone, I hope they say,
“She was an odd bird!”

I hope they say that I drank
too much, laughed too loud, and loved
too freely.

I hope they call me “eccentric,”
maybe even “debauched.”

Perhaps they’ll toast my name,
hang black shrouds and weep.

Perhaps they’ll roll their eyes,
sigh with relief.

Death buries the dead regardless
of tradition or popularity,
so ...

Moby Dick, where have you been all my life? I love your symbolism. I love your salty language and morose sentiments. I love Queequeg.

I can’t believe I have gotten through hours and hours of literature classes and never had to read Moby Dick! The good Dr. assigned Moby rather apologetically. We knew it was coming, but he seemed sad telling us to read it over the next two weeks. He seemed less than expectant that we would actually complete it. Well, by Girdy, I’ll finish it ...

Due to my work and reading load for school I have not been keeping up with my reading wishlist, but I have discovered a newer author that I am absolutely crazy over.

Muriel Barbery is the author of The Elegance of the Hedgehog and Gourmet Rhapsody. Hedgehog needs to be read first because Gourmet picks up during the first book. The author has returned to dip into this well of stories and characters more than once and I wish she would come back for a new novel.

...

I listened to an interview with a man who
was to participate in a three hour peeling
of the bells. St. Somebody's Cathedral in
Manhattan, just as many churches through out
the nation, was chiming such a welcome for
the new President.

The bell ringer explained that bells are
a way of expressing joy for a new beginning.
That is why they are used as part of wedding
ceremonies, he said. He went on to say that
fifty percent ...

School is about to start again. This is fine although I have had a good dose of disillusionment surrounding college. I have finally figured it all out. I take classes that teach me too little; I once thought this was because most of my classes have been taken through community colleges, but upon talking with slews of people taking classes at state universities and finding that their classes are almost just like mine, I have given this self-deprecating notion up. Then the high mucks of academia ...