an aesthetic autumnal atmosphere

I've been doing some wandering around my college town lately. It looks, and smells, like fall. The air is crisp, the sky is bright, and as I walk along the neighborhood streets listening to The Hobbit or singing hymns with friends, I take courage. The world is so full of a number of things /…

adventures in small town college living

school. reading copious paragraphs of Cicero every day; every day it becomes a little easier failing to properly memorize Greek verbs ("oh, doesn't that mean kill?" "no, actually just go") arguing about Hamlet on the quad with friends leading a discussion -- enjoying myself despite my lack of preparedness "virtus does NOT mean strength" (as…

albums at last !!

Friends, it's been eight months and I don't know whether to apologize or just to shrug and say, "Well, you get what you signed up for" (which with me is always a grand delay followed by apologies aplenty). Y'know what, if I don't apologize, then you'll get what you didn't expect: a grand delay and…

summer’s end

https://open.spotify.com/track/2lVPHHSn8elKFEf1d6evFG?si=f69fa21fc2524bb1 Yesterday I drove away from my assembly line job for the last time, and I realized that I was going to miss it. I won't miss getting up at 4 am. I won't miss the strong language, the crude jokes. I won't miss the exhaustion, counting the hours on the clock, running out of…

go back, go back to the ancient paths

I was young a year agoWhen last among these cedar treesI walked the white and lonely paths.Today, the bright blue Huron breezeSings to me a sharp “although” —Though you were young a year agoThese paths find you yet young. A year ago on ancient rocksI stood and cursed, by bitter fearEnraged against the will of…

flotsam & jetsam | July 2022

I haven't written this sort of post for a long time, but I miss them. So here is a little collection of random thoughts. I finished rereading the Narnia books recently. Then I tried to rank them. It's very difficult but my list would probably look something like this: The Horse and His BoyThe Silver…

the mid-year book freak-out tag :)

Well met, travelers, and welcome to the woods, where your [aspirationally] gracious hostess is nearly always absent and there is no uniformity of theme or style to her posts. How have you all been? Last time, I posted a long ramble about death and academia. Today I'm here to tell you about the books I've…

carpe aeternitatem

I've been thinking a lot, lately, about life and death and what it means to be mortal. live the life that unfolds before you. love goodness more than you fear evil. ~ Jonathan Rogers It's not a new thing for me to be thinking about. I read The Bark of the Bog Owl when I…

year one.

I'm writing this from a makeshift desk set up under my loft bed, surrounded by the chaos of a mostly-unpacked and partially-organized life. I didn't know I had so much stuff until it was all laid out on the floor of my room. It's a little terrifying. But anyway. I am home -- or, well,…

a sonnet to Philosophy

I wrote this to the character of Philosophy in Boethius' Consolation, as part of an assignment for a class; if you've read that book you'll likely understand this poem better. If you haven't, then just know that Philosophy is trying to explain things like predestination, free will, the true good, the best way to live,…