Old boy
8 o'clock, February 23, 2005
Aside from one C on an unsuccessful experiment with an alternative essay structure, I mostly wrote A-quality papers for my high school English classes. The actual grades,, though, were often Ds, since I usually couldn’t be bothered to turn the papers in till two or three weeks after the due date. All of which is to say that I’ve already anticipated all of your calumnies, and I am unmoved.
Still, I do need to get back to doing my job. So tomorrow look for The First Year of the Reign of Ur-Nungal (2574 BC).
(In the mean time, go interrogate some boundaries or something.)
And speaking of high school, my alma mater seems to have decided that my literary accomplishments are worth a write-up in the quarterly alumni magazine, with accompanying photograph. Not having an accompanying photograph, I talked Lara into coming out this weekend and taking a few Snicketesque snapshots. So if any of you didn’t already know what I look like, now you do. (You can even pretend I dress that way all the time, if you like.)
Very literary photographs indeed!
Wait, you don't dress that way all the time?