I awoke this morning in the Strauss House for the last time.

"April is the cruellest month..."

....unless you're living at the Hilltop! Great bar. Dive bar. Great dive bar. I'm on a first-name basis with the regulars: Elliot, Bob, Lonny, Rodger, and who can forget the world's best bartender, Big Al? It's the new hot-spot for post-defense schnockery. And it's burning a hole through my wallet. Oh well; I'm getting back $1253 from Unkie Sam so I'm not too worried.
"Daddy" Josh Clark's defense was yesterday. McArthur kept trying to trip him up about reconciling Socrates' and Stotle's views of incontinence, you know, pretending he didn't know what Josh was saying and then very obviously trying to set traps. There was a fair amount of tittering, what with all the old men talking about being incontinent, but I think we behaved ourselves pretty well. As we were walking up to the commons to prepare our stomachs for the Hilltop (formerly known as "eating dinner") I told Daddy that out of all the defenses thus far, his was one of the most, what's the word?, I asked. Stimulating? suggested John Almeida. Yes stimulating, I said. It stimulated me to the point of incontinence.

Does anyone know where (in the De Anima I assume) that 'Totle says that the human soul is immortal? I need it for my paper. Many thanks. On a side note, see the 1982 version of the Scarlet Pimpernel. I watched it every day for about a week until I realized it wasn't good for me. It's more addictive than Marian's artificial intelligence link, which, granted, is consuming. Plus it's got Ian Mckellan (the good wizard from LOTR) and a young and very beautiful Jane Seymour, and, most importantly, Anthony Andrews (Sebastian from Brideshead Revisited). Yum yum.

these theseses

Rachel Gray got double-d for her saucy little explanation of why a state cannot secede; Patty-Mac got a little flustered but wound up doing a decent job of discussing why Raskolnikov, typifying the modern man, can (or, was) only be saved through love..... but I think the most entertaining was Big John Almeida's showdown with Berquist. John said that Aristotle should've had some account of the ecosystem in the part of the Physics that says nature acts for an end. Berquist said "He discussed it plenty in Parts of Animals. Did you read that?" Silence. Finally, "No. But he should have said it, or at least alluded to it in this part of the Physics." Ok. Then Berqusit went on about an oak tree losing acorns, few of which will ever become oaks, but they are still meant to be, per se, oak trees, etc., etc. After the defense, Rosie Finley asked Almeida why he thought Berquist was the only tutor not to shake his hand. "Is it because you were attacking Aristotle?" "No," John replied with a straight face, "It's because I shoved his oak tree analogy ***censored***"

lacrimae

04-04-04.
04-04-05.
Where does the time go?
One year to the day since I've been at my beloved Strauss House. Sigh.

Bourbon Congratulations! You're 113 proof, with specific scores in beer (60) , wine (116), and liquor (43).

Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties.

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Funny Thing....

Well well well. Ok here's the deal. I thought it would be funny to post an April Fool's blog and then add a comment right away that said April Fool's!, but when I tried to post the blog, it said: There were errors. So I tried again. Same thing. By this time I was pissed, so I signed out, signed back in, and rewrote it AGAIN. Then I just gave up. I had no idea they all worked. Hmmm. So, yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus, and no, I'm not expelled. I don't do bad things anymore, remember? ( ;

Goodbye

Well, well, well. Spring brings a new tradition my way. Instead of just birds and flowers, it's now expulsion too. Almost one year to the day since the last mess, I get a note to see the dean who tells me that I've been caught doing something very much against the rules. I won't say what; I don't want to scandalize you. So I'm out again, only this time I won't be returning.