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March 3rd

I went to class this morning. Physics for breakfast. Yummy. I didn't fall asleep because I got to bed at a reasonable hour because I gave up doing the tutorial problems, which at the time I thought were homework problems that were due the next day. After looking at the study guide (syllabus), I saw that our first assignment wasn't due until the 11th, so I quickly gave that up and went back to playing guitar last night.

My physics tutorial was amazing. It was like being back in AP Physics, using arms for vectors and actually feeling like I knew what I was talking about. I spoke up in class and answered questions. You know, the ones that are normally answered with deadening silence until the professor gives up and moves on.

I had some reading to do for Aesthetics so I did that during my three hour break between my physics tut(orial) - pronounced like "toot", these Aussies really like to shorten words - and my Aesthetics lecture. It was Plato, and strangely, I don't think I've read any Plato as a Philosophy minor before this.

I will give Plato one thing: it was easy to read and almost poetic. WHICH IS STUPID because he hates poets and wants to kick them out of his society. Basically, Plato and I would disagree on most everything related to the arts, and since I was so furious with everything he was saying, I read all of it passionately. Apparently I read better when I passionately hate the author's opinions than when I'm impartial to them. I guess this makes sense.

I wrapped up my reading before class and met up with Sean, my roommate, and Ryan from the shuttle bus. I was completely unaware that Ryan was in the class last week. Strange.

It was a good class, and I enjoyed the tutorial ("tut", whatever). We talked about Jackson Pollock and Damien Hirst, whose artwork I had used for my "What is Art?" GEMS 100 class that I taught back at Maryland.

Hirst's "The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living":



Pollock's "Blue Poles: Number 11, 1952":

Class was great. I got home and got in one of my cleaning fits where I must clean everything. This was highly productive. While I was mid-vacuuming, Justin called me up asking to borrow my hard drive to back up his files from his poor, broken computer. I got the message a few hours later. Anyway, eventually he put all the files he wanted to keep on there, and then we watched some TV at his apartment. There was this ridiculous show on called Secret Diary of a Call Girl. Also, I don't know what the censorship laws are in Australia, but there can't be many. We also watched Ellen, Late Show with David Letterman and a little bit of Will and Grace. Then I went home and went to bed.