And the more things change...
Apr. 7th, 2003 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raven"If you let me,
I could love you to death."
It's amazing how nice bagels and cheese are. It's amazing how nice cheese is, in fact. I love cheese. Except the Brie Becca likes and Edam, because I'm never sure whether I like it or not.
And what's yet more astonishing is the fact I'm even talking about cheese. I am breaking all rules known to mankind and drinking coffee whilst typing this. I would be eating a bagel-and-cheese, but I've eaten it.
My headache, however, remains, so I think I will have to traipse off towards the sample cupboard downstairs in a minute. "Sample" because it contains samples of every pharmaceutical drug in the creation.
The afternoon passed without incident. Have now finished my history syllabus on a note of irony that is irritating me. Two years ago, we began the syllabus with the words "At the beginning of the twentieth century, Europe was firmly divided into two armed camps."
The last line in my notes?
"Europe was now firmly divided into two hostile, armed camps."
This was in 1955. Fifty years of history, two world wars, economic depression all over the place, the rise and fall of fascism, the rise and rise of communism, two years of syllabus, fifteen topics, and as Pedar would put it, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
I will get over it. Right now it bothers me. Or it could be the headache talking, I'm not sure.
I could love you to death."
It's amazing how nice bagels and cheese are. It's amazing how nice cheese is, in fact. I love cheese. Except the Brie Becca likes and Edam, because I'm never sure whether I like it or not.
And what's yet more astonishing is the fact I'm even talking about cheese. I am breaking all rules known to mankind and drinking coffee whilst typing this. I would be eating a bagel-and-cheese, but I've eaten it.
My headache, however, remains, so I think I will have to traipse off towards the sample cupboard downstairs in a minute. "Sample" because it contains samples of every pharmaceutical drug in the creation.
The afternoon passed without incident. Have now finished my history syllabus on a note of irony that is irritating me. Two years ago, we began the syllabus with the words "At the beginning of the twentieth century, Europe was firmly divided into two armed camps."
The last line in my notes?
"Europe was now firmly divided into two hostile, armed camps."
This was in 1955. Fifty years of history, two world wars, economic depression all over the place, the rise and fall of fascism, the rise and rise of communism, two years of syllabus, fifteen topics, and as Pedar would put it, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
I will get over it. Right now it bothers me. Or it could be the headache talking, I'm not sure.
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on 2003-04-07 10:43 am (UTC)Argh. I'm off to write a reading journal about war and think about Belgium. Do they have good waffles in Belgium, or is that just the impression I get from all of the Euro-trash I see at the grocery store around here? You can sell anything in North America if you prefix it with the name of a European nation...
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on 2003-04-07 02:09 pm (UTC)Well, that's neither here nor there, though it would explain why they don't seem to make them any more.
It's been a while since I was in Belgium, but I do remember some rather nice things I had for breakfast. No waffles, though. I was always under the impression they were a completely Yankee invention.