anatomy of the hallway & more photos of campus

Walking to Class I
Originally uploaded by kodama (home)

More photos are online. I am too busy to post anything all that in-depth, but here are some little updates:

-I accidentally walked in on (through the back door, thank god) an a press conference by someone who had won a Nobel that morning.

-I helped out with another prospective student open house this morning... putting enthusiasm to good use, I think.

-Midterm in math Friday - supposedly only a grade boost, I am optimistic.

-My first paper, on Socrates's Apology just came back. Good feedback and an A-. Yay.

-Hegel is much, much more dense than Smith or Marx. Sadly, my SOSC teacher is not a terrific lecturer, and loves Hegel.

-Opera tomorrow.

-Lee, dad and Jan will be here on Friday.

-"Achilles is not as much of a Douche as..." (kid in hum class)

More

Florence without glory
Originally uploaded by kodama (home)

I posted the bulk of my Florence photos just now, though not the pretty ones. See the flickr caption for this photo.

Classes continue to go well, and I spoke enthusiastically to some prospective students. Fefferman (calc prof) left a mathematical cliffhanger: are all horses white? I teach go tonight.

Packed Days

Yesterday and today:

Four classes
Go
A quiz
The drinking of tea
An experimental wind instrument concert
A paper
A bestselling author
Homemade cinnamon rolls
An antique telescope on the roof of my math classroom, and the ISS
Someone's travel photos from Iran
Plotting for Scav
Proofs and a class on proofs
Zany house meeting
Reading on the grass

thoughts on walking to Crerar

the rain
the grey woolen blanket of air
and the trees and the stones
quietly worn away,
slowly
as they were meant to
drop
by
drop.

it feels like the best days at Ishibashi or Awara.

and the beauty of the sad silence
the silence that gracefully accepts any sound trying to pierce it
and lets it pass through
as if it were nothing.
the joy, the complete overflowing contentment of the silence
of the stones
and of the rain
and of the blanket of air
all makes me want to cry
and embrace every inch
and let it pass through
as if it were everything.