Friday, June 16, 2006
Many authors of books on classical subjects I have read lately write their scholarly tomes directly from the lectures they give as professors, which irritates me to no small extent. Had I wanted a lecture, I might have moved to Cambridge or Florida or Pennsylvania to listen to one. Happily, the classicist who wrote the study of early Greek vases I am currently reading deviates from this obnoxious trend. 1927 being the date of his birth, he presumably presents research without total dependency on Power Point.
Not being able to write capable English frustrates me. I hardly have time to practice writing anything earnestly. My weblog posts are usually mere laundry lists, written in the stilted language of my speech or the disconnected patterns of my thinking. Since I seldom read anymore and rarely engage in serious discussion with friends (as these both necessitate time), I feel much less able to articulate anything with as much directness as I could at fifteen. I content myself with describing most things as "doubleplusungood".
When I grow up, I am going to be Stephen King.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:32 AM]