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Aug. 29th, 2003 03:27 pmI have a TV stand, which is a good thing. My TV no longer lives on the ironing board and threatens to tip over.
However, getting the TV stand home in the first place was a gold-plated cast iron pain in the ass. First of all, the stand has no wheels. Second, I had to borrow a dolly from the thrift shop and wheel the whole works home, up and down a couple of hills, twenty minutes one way. Then I couldn't get the dolly up the doorstep, so I dragged the TV stand into the living room and went twenty minutes back to return the dolly. Then I got to walk twenty minutes back home again. At least it didn't rain, which it's been threatening to do since I started this trip this morning. And at least I don't have any classes on Fridays.
I have now had all of my classes once each. The only one that doesn't make me want to curl up in a ball every time I think about what it entails is the one I had last night, which was Practice in French Translation. For once, being the only native English speaker in the class is going to work in my favor, since we're translating into English. Semiotics, which I thought was going to be interesting, is incomprehensible. I should have expected that, since it's cross-listed under Philosophy. But ye gods, if I started going on about the firstness of thirdness, you'd lock me in a padded room, right? So why is the guy who goes on about it called a philosophical genius, and why do I have to agree with that opinion?
Sorry. It's just that I'm looking at having to write a 20-page paper in Semiotics, and if it's all like that, I'm going to have to get therapy afterward. The idea of studying signs as communication fascinates me, but the philosophy and the science of studying signs as communication seem to come from left field somewhere.
I think I'm out of sorts today for no particular reason. Blah.
However, getting the TV stand home in the first place was a gold-plated cast iron pain in the ass. First of all, the stand has no wheels. Second, I had to borrow a dolly from the thrift shop and wheel the whole works home, up and down a couple of hills, twenty minutes one way. Then I couldn't get the dolly up the doorstep, so I dragged the TV stand into the living room and went twenty minutes back to return the dolly. Then I got to walk twenty minutes back home again. At least it didn't rain, which it's been threatening to do since I started this trip this morning. And at least I don't have any classes on Fridays.
I have now had all of my classes once each. The only one that doesn't make me want to curl up in a ball every time I think about what it entails is the one I had last night, which was Practice in French Translation. For once, being the only native English speaker in the class is going to work in my favor, since we're translating into English. Semiotics, which I thought was going to be interesting, is incomprehensible. I should have expected that, since it's cross-listed under Philosophy. But ye gods, if I started going on about the firstness of thirdness, you'd lock me in a padded room, right? So why is the guy who goes on about it called a philosophical genius, and why do I have to agree with that opinion?
Sorry. It's just that I'm looking at having to write a 20-page paper in Semiotics, and if it's all like that, I'm going to have to get therapy afterward. The idea of studying signs as communication fascinates me, but the philosophy and the science of studying signs as communication seem to come from left field somewhere.
I think I'm out of sorts today for no particular reason. Blah.
