I was waiting down at the ancient gate
Nov. 12th, 2008 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbEssay-engine: still working. The diasporas essay is now more than half done. I am hopeful of further progress soon. If I can get it wholly done by tomorrow night, I will declare myself satisfied and return to banging my head against imperial Rome.
It's shocking how much conditioning one loses in a fortnight: climbing Tuesday night was made of flail, fail, and other unpleasant words beginning with F. I dread tomorrow, when I will attempt to start running again. I haven't run in the better part of two months, so I anticipate great pain.
In other news, I continue to not write. I have a cunning plan to winkle out some writing time, but it will not start until next week, and it will rely to a large degree on my capacity for a)self-discipline and b)sleep deprivation. (I suspect it will result in me abandoning the internets until the winter holidays, too.) You see, it involves:
- getting up at ten to five in the morning
- writing for an hour before catching the quarter to seven train into college
- arriving at the gym before eight am
- running and stretching for up to an hour
- heading to class/library/study
Also staying in and climbing for a couple of hours for four out of five evenings: so not getting home until eight or nine. I think this may be asking too much of myself, but I'll give it a shot next week, and see how it works. I have a writing itch like you would not believe, but right now I should be studious, and do essays. (I am writing this while I wait for the epiphany that will give me the final third of my essay. Sometimes waiting even works.)
Excellent evening lecture on gladiators, sexuality, and death in the Roman amphitheatre. Particularly of interest were the remarks on the gladiatorial helmet, which concealed the face; status differentials among different types of gladiators; the gladiatorial cemetery at Ephesus; phallic and sexual imagery and gladiators; gladiators, virtus and infames; and submission in bouts, including the role of the editor and the crowd in determining life and death for the defeated.
Great guy giving the lecture, too.
It's shocking how much conditioning one loses in a fortnight: climbing Tuesday night was made of flail, fail, and other unpleasant words beginning with F. I dread tomorrow, when I will attempt to start running again. I haven't run in the better part of two months, so I anticipate great pain.
In other news, I continue to not write. I have a cunning plan to winkle out some writing time, but it will not start until next week, and it will rely to a large degree on my capacity for a)self-discipline and b)sleep deprivation. (I suspect it will result in me abandoning the internets until the winter holidays, too.) You see, it involves:
- getting up at ten to five in the morning
- writing for an hour before catching the quarter to seven train into college
- arriving at the gym before eight am
- running and stretching for up to an hour
- heading to class/library/study
Also staying in and climbing for a couple of hours for four out of five evenings: so not getting home until eight or nine. I think this may be asking too much of myself, but I'll give it a shot next week, and see how it works. I have a writing itch like you would not believe, but right now I should be studious, and do essays. (I am writing this while I wait for the epiphany that will give me the final third of my essay. Sometimes waiting even works.)
Excellent evening lecture on gladiators, sexuality, and death in the Roman amphitheatre. Particularly of interest were the remarks on the gladiatorial helmet, which concealed the face; status differentials among different types of gladiators; the gladiatorial cemetery at Ephesus; phallic and sexual imagery and gladiators; gladiators, virtus and infames; and submission in bouts, including the role of the editor and the crowd in determining life and death for the defeated.
Great guy giving the lecture, too.
