Ahh, Christmas! That magical time of year when a young man's fancy turns to. . . no, that's not it. Ahhh, Christmas! That magical time of year when people, overcome with goodwill toward all men, give gifts of food to each other because we all have so much stuff that there isn't anything left to give (unless it costs over $200).
I am fat.
This will be our first Christmas in Mom and Dad's new house. It's a bit smaller than their old house, but in many ways I like it more. It seems to fit them: Dad has his computer/engineering room; Mom has her sewing room and multiple reading areas; they both have a cozy yet adequately spaced kitchen for all their health food; and they have three beds, one for each of the kids.
I'm reading Madeline L'Engle's book A Wind in the Door and enjoying it, though it's a bit strange. I keep wavering between enjoying the story and wondering what point she's trying to make, if any. Who knows, maybe my worldview is warping and I'm not even aware! I've got to be on my guard or I could end up believing something I don't even believe!! Ack!
In other news: I'm exploring graduate programs. At the moment I'm researching humanities programs for one major reason. The most memorable, exciting, and profitable class I took in my whole undergraduate career was a Great Books class on the modern world. I learned more in that class than in all my upper level English classes combined. If I started a grad program in literature, I guarantee that after two months I would start shooting my toes off one day at a time. Literature is fine and dandy, but it is much richer when studied in conjunction with history, philosophy, science, psychology, and all the other parts of life that make it rich. I may be ignorant (part of the reason I am posting this: please, all you wise people, shower your knowledge on me!), but a general humanities degree seems to address all those areas. Plus U of Chicago has a program AND a University Press, which would hopefully mean that I could continue working in academic publishing. . . hopefully, hopefully on the editorial side.
And now it's time to end this post. I feel like I just wrote an email to a friend I haven't communicated with in a long time.
4 comments:
I like Madeleine L'Engle. Apparently I'm not supposed to, but no one told me this until it was too late. I have already found (some of) her books to be helpful and stimulating. The damage is done!
you know, the "i am fat" really jumps out at you when you first load the page. i think your formating indicates tremendous self-assurance, most impressive...
one more thing: where do your parents sleep?
I should have said "extra" beds. They do have a mattress and box springs, which only two days ago Dad upgraded to sit on a metal frame rather than the floor.
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