Tuesday Hatred: Why a house?
The so-called “Internet Classics Archive”—do you know what its editions of Aristotle’s texts do not include? Bekker numbers. Do you know what (I assume) its editions of Plato’s texts do not include? Stephanus numbers. This is horrible, shocking. Those numbers are … useful …, people! They are not … optional. (Especially if the presentation otherwise includes no page numbers whatsoever!—although you cannot tell, the “what”, “so”, and “ever” in that word were separately wrapped in <em> tags. “What! So! Ever!” Like that.) And yet they are the first things that come up on “google” if you search for specific works. It’s awful, hateful, really drecky stuff, you know. A far cry from the cool an’ glue an’ yummy stuff I favor.
I hate dissertating. I’m dissertating, you know. Part of dissertating is meeting with one’s committee to discuss work in progress. (One is supposed—by one’s committee, not infrequently—to be progressing in one’s work.) In these discussions one of course takes notes; so, by universal instantiation, we have that I take notes. I took notes! I remember discussing a particular problem, and remember also that a satisfactory conclusion was reached (or perhaps I should say that its skeleton was discerned). I have notes regarding it. However, from the notes I cannot reconstruct anything of use. I cannot remember what the skeleton itself was, only that it was discerned. I hate this. I hate the fear that I have wasted the time of the committee member in question. Too, I would hate to be lowered in her esteem.
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