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Stormy Day

Holed up in my apartment watching Hurricane Sandy gather momentum on Trumbull Street.  I can't believe how wonderful this is - two days of classes cancelled, no real pressing danger (as far as I can tell), and extensions on both of my papers.  I had my Aesthetics paper pretty much ready to go yesterday evening, but since I had the extra time I went and reread four of Plato's dialogues that concern art and beauty, and I think my paper got about three times better.  Ditto with Dante, which I am working on now.  This makes me even more excited to work on my PhD - you (sort of) get to determine your own deadlines, or at least you have a really long time to work on papers.  It always seems odd to write these big analyses of topics I've only read once and heard a little lecture about.  Ideas get so much better when they have some time to stew and mingle with the other ideas already in your head.

I used the last hour before the storm hit to walk over to Berkeley College for some lunch.  The place was packed with undergrads in their pajamas, and I had the pleasure of running into one of my former students from the discussion section I TAed.  We talked through some of her papers and she told me about her class on medieval theater.  It was so pleasant.  Now I am back in this quiet apartment with a cup of tea and my books.  A rather sweet grad school moment, this one.

Here are some photos of this week around New Haven.  I suspect the wind will knock all these gorgeous leaves to the ground, so this will probably be the last I see of foliage until April.











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  1. Enjoyed rereading this little snippet of autumn. The majesty of those splendid leaves seems like a long time ago now that we are deep in winter and finals.

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