Hm. Interesting.

Why do we consider the death of Anna Nicole Smith to be breaking news? If my grandmother dies, I’m sure it would be a few hours before someone told me and it certainly wouldn’t make more than the 150 word obituary ripple in the newspaper.

Good News, Everyone!

I have recovered from my short-term illness and will be ready to get back to work. Speaking of work, I’ve got some tonight. While the strong urge to pee every 10 minutes is a rather decent excuse to miss school, you have to pass out and/or become hospitalized to miss work.

At least, that is the opinion of my managers.

I would like to point out that this is my first post that is not a journal entry from my creative writing class. As you can see, though, I have nothing else of interest to put here. Maybe I’ll start writing some of that deep thought crap that prompts our journals every morning.

Or I could post Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard and depress all of you by realizing how meaningless your lives are.

While I did post an earlier rant about how I hate poetry, you’ll note that I was talking of the more modern stuff. I actually find myself to be quite fond of Thomas Gray and John Donne. Death Be Not Proud and Meditation 17 spoke to me in quite a profound way.

Or rather, they just made me think a little bit.

Of the poem I spoke earlier, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, I would shake my head at the fool who does not find this moving. After all, it poses the same question everyone else asks.

“What will everyone think of me after I die?”

Click here to read Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.