Procrastination
Nov. 2nd, 2005 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielMy mini-presentation on Voltaire is tomorrow, so I'm spending today putting together a timeline of his life. Exciting!
So I have to -
-Finish handout
-Read Foucault
-Read Wollstonecraft chapter 12
- Read Candide
Of course, I think I'll probably only finish the handout and read Foucault. Have read the other two before.
One of these days I'm going to learn not to read things that I suspect will make me cry. Because I'm always right. ::sobs::
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rageprufrock. This fic is just beautiful and bittersweet and tragic. I think part of the tragedy of this one was the relative simplicity of what happened. Not Wraith, not alien technology or disease, just a human body being sick. But there's also the beauty of everything they've been and accomplished.
Today, we stand beholden to our own spirit for discovery, humbled by our determination, made new by our success and trembling before the vastness of possibility that lies ahead of us--and that longing has made us young again. For just as the very nature of existence, the fabric of reality grows and stretches outward, we will forever reach for its uneven edges, yearn to know it in whole. The first heroes will be remembered as astronauts and scientists and soldiers who took the long walk, and brought home knowledge and hope and photographs that have mapped the inky oceans of the universe.
Was already teary at the beginning and a mess by the end. Basically it broke me. But every now and then I want a piece of fiction (original or not) to do that. Catharsis.
You get back on the latest flight to paradise,
I found out, from a note taped to the door.
I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight,
Through my window, lying on the kitchen floor.
- "Heart," Stars
So I have to -
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- Read Candide
Of course, I think I'll probably only finish the handout and read Foucault. Have read the other two before.
One of these days I'm going to learn not to read things that I suspect will make me cry. Because I'm always right. ::sobs::
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rageprufrock. This fic is just beautiful and bittersweet and tragic. I think part of the tragedy of this one was the relative simplicity of what happened. Not Wraith, not alien technology or disease, just a human body being sick. But there's also the beauty of everything they've been and accomplished.Today, we stand beholden to our own spirit for discovery, humbled by our determination, made new by our success and trembling before the vastness of possibility that lies ahead of us--and that longing has made us young again. For just as the very nature of existence, the fabric of reality grows and stretches outward, we will forever reach for its uneven edges, yearn to know it in whole. The first heroes will be remembered as astronauts and scientists and soldiers who took the long walk, and brought home knowledge and hope and photographs that have mapped the inky oceans of the universe.
Was already teary at the beginning and a mess by the end. Basically it broke me. But every now and then I want a piece of fiction (original or not) to do that. Catharsis.
You get back on the latest flight to paradise,
I found out, from a note taped to the door.
I think I saw your airplane in the sky tonight,
Through my window, lying on the kitchen floor.
- "Heart," Stars
