Earlier this evening I returned home from a trip down to the Village with James, Adam, Toby, etc. and decided that I wanted some ice cream. The ice cream I was buying came to $3.99. The cashier rang it up, and I handed over a $10 bill. "Do you have 1 cent?" he asked (apologies to any Americans out there - my English keyboard doesn't have the cent sign). Now, it doesn't take an Alan Turing to realize that, in this situation, me handing over $10.01 is not going to help anyone. I am, however, exhausted and feeling pretty sick, so I didn't argue. Moreover, I was quite intrigued as to what exactly the cashier was going to do with my extraneous cent. Just as he handed over my change - after much brow-furrowing resulting, of course, from his realization that he was simply handing back to me the penny I'd given him, plus another one - I ran into a Butler 504 buddy who'd just passed his orals. Hearty congratulations were exchanged, and then off I went. As I got home I discovered that I'd been given $7.02 change. Quite, quite bizarre.
Essays: one down, one to go. Kafka ended up being a whopping 8000 words, but I'm pretty happy with it. Historiography is two-thirds done and, at the moment, consists of little more than a bunch of quotations strung together by a vague narrative. But when you get to quote Quintilian, Kafka, Machiavelli, Koselleck, Cicero, Erasmus, and Benjamin in the same essay, it's hard to complain.
Songs for the Deaf: 'Limb by Limb' - Sebadoh; 'Sofa King' - The Roots; 'Far Away' - Cut Copy
Quote of the Day (new, semi-permanent feature): "If the Jew did not exist, the anti-Semite would invent him." - Sartre, Anti-Semite and Jew (Schocken Books, 1965) p. 13.
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