i'm getting sick of Plato, and Plato's Socrates. and for next week's drama class i'll have to have read Sophocles' Antigone, which i think will be interesting except now it feels like i signed up for a major in Greek lit or something.

i've always been more of a literature person than a philosopher - but oh well. that is, the art of language rather than ... thought. which sounds wrong, i don't quite know how to put it. philosophy isn't aesthetically beautiful. i'm attracted to beauty.

Peter Weiss' The Investigation is a very moving and powerful play and really ... there are just so many things i have learned.

my math course is incredibly incredibly simple it's insane. we're currently learning how to write set notations which we all learnt in like ... the 'o' levels. it's almost so far behind and simple that i really just can't remember how to do such things anymore. i know i can do so much more than that and probably handle calculus but i don't want to care about how much potential i have in that area anyway. i'm just doing the math to satisfy the core requirement.

i realize all i talk about are classes, classes and more classes but really, people study a lot here and all the time. and they enjoy it, greatly, not in a mugger-ish fashion that was njc, but in a search for intellectual rigour (UH HUH). it is intense, man. i'm hoping the film club presents to me some sort of outlet where i can actually start doing something creatively rather than reading all the time. but it's good that i'm immersing myself again, after not having read very much for the past nine months.

+ posted by M @ 9:23 AM