Well if today wasn't a flurry of information. The first ten minutes or so of class(or maybe more, I'm not particularly good at judging time)were spent discussing blog preparation and execution, a stage I admit to being grateful at being passed--don't worry those who are still there, you will pass as well--.
Then begun a dissertation on the Bozeman Daily Chronicle as an example of the validity of Thoureau's assertion "Don't read the Times, read the Eternities." The Chronicle and the Eternities, it turns out, are one in the same. The reason for this is that stories repeat themselves(or rather versions of themselves) endlessly. George Bush, while capable of being classified with Britney Spears as detritus(sp) of the ephemeral, at the same time is Creon(who felt he could never act wrongly and ended up getting bit on the ass because of it). Mr.Sexson went on to demonstrate this thoroughly with his essay/story about the man in the car who is enshrined to the Daily Newspaper. I couldn't help but be reminded of a short story by Virginia Woolf called The String Quartet, in which a woman sees another woman sitting across from her on the bus, and in the interim between seeing her and when she gets off the bus, manages to invent her entire life story.
Damn, stories just do repeat endlessly(now doesn't that just sound like a lyric from some sort of jazz/blues ballad?)
I also have to contend now with added pressure of the possiblity of Rhodes scholarship consideration. That is enough now.