Thursday, September 09, 2004
Last night I read every chapter for every class and completed every assignment. In the classical mythology textbook I read ahead, because that is my favourite class, currently (hence yesterday's reference to Hesiod).
Today during Sports and Public Spectacles I watched a History Channel video about the first Olympic Games narrated by Leonard Nimoy (he narrated the film, not the Games, although he sounded excited enough about the subject that I suspect he secretly wished he was a naked competitor). The episode, I felt, grossly exaggerated the fact that the athletes competed naked; the film referred to homoeroticism, which I do not at all doubt existed, but they probably over-emphasized the extent to which the athletes felt that sort of "fraternal connection". Besides, a homosexual ancient Greek boxer could kill a modern heterosexual American athlete with his bare hands, which I find impressive. I'd pay to see that. The wrestlers eventually got to the point where they inflicted damage by inserting inch-long metal blades into the leather they tied around their hands, thereby making the event more essentially a knife-fight. Ausgezeichnet. No rules equals more fun!
At my new place of employment, I am allowed two (2) visible piercings in addition to any I might have in my ears. I am not pierced anywhere, but I have decided to have someone poke holes through my earlobes, one nostril, and my bottom lip (to one side, not through the center). My manager might even grant me the freedom to colour my hair, in which event I shall be either green, purple, or a combination of the two with black. This will make me cool and urbane. I do not like tattoos, irregardless of the hordes of people who seem to like them. Hair and holes are easier to fix.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:27 PM]