Patriots' Day
Apr. 19th, 2004 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetToday's spam headline: "amoebae aeneas."
Hard to concentrate today because of the nice weather, but still I have managed to get more done than on other recent days, putting on the Aeschylean lepadnon anankês, or, as we wilfully mitranslated it in an Oresteia course back in 1993, the "jockstrap of necessity."
You'll just have to take my word for it.
Highlights of this state holiday have included homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast, not going into Boston Marathon commuting traffic of any sort, planting beans and peas, and sitting outside with a laptop, the text of Tacitus' Annales, and a large girly rum drink bedecked with a paper umbrella. Diagonally across the street I could see the blinking American flag lights on the house that always has garish holiday decorations. I suppose the flags are for Patriots' Day, but since 9/11 Uncle-Sam-related kitsch has been the default there.
Oh, and I must tell you about the candy.
While I was out of the house Saturday, J. bought a bag of candy on serious post-Easter markdown, and has hidden some of its contents around the house for me to find.
Places where I have found Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs this weekend (so far):
Under a recent printout of my dissertation chapter in progress.
Under some books on my desk.
Under a pile of CDs waiting to be reshelved that had fallen over.
In the pocket of a pair of jeans.
In the pocket of my gym shorts.
In the pocket of my pajamas.
In the pocket of my hoodie.
In a coffee jar.
In a shoe.
Inside the fly of a (clean) pair of briefs.
Hard to concentrate today because of the nice weather, but still I have managed to get more done than on other recent days, putting on the Aeschylean lepadnon anankês, or, as we wilfully mitranslated it in an Oresteia course back in 1993, the "jockstrap of necessity."
You'll just have to take my word for it.
Highlights of this state holiday have included homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast, not going into Boston Marathon commuting traffic of any sort, planting beans and peas, and sitting outside with a laptop, the text of Tacitus' Annales, and a large girly rum drink bedecked with a paper umbrella. Diagonally across the street I could see the blinking American flag lights on the house that always has garish holiday decorations. I suppose the flags are for Patriots' Day, but since 9/11 Uncle-Sam-related kitsch has been the default there.
Oh, and I must tell you about the candy.
While I was out of the house Saturday, J. bought a bag of candy on serious post-Easter markdown, and has hidden some of its contents around the house for me to find.
Places where I have found Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs this weekend (so far):
Under a recent printout of my dissertation chapter in progress.
Under some books on my desk.
Under a pile of CDs waiting to be reshelved that had fallen over.
In the pocket of a pair of jeans.
In the pocket of my gym shorts.
In the pocket of my pajamas.
In the pocket of my hoodie.
In a coffee jar.
In a shoe.
Inside the fly of a (clean) pair of briefs.
