can i buy Lyrica online June 15th, Dulles Airport. Starting Out of Africa, which features the untranslated epigraph EQUITARE, ARCUM TENDERE, VERITATEM DICERE. I have to admit it’s hard not to love anyone who starts a book with those words. “To ride a horse, to shoot the bow, to speak the truth.” It’s from Herodotus, describing the Persians – he […]
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Isak Dinesen – or, Karen von Blixen.
20-Jun-15At the Airport.
19-Jun-15buy prednisone online overnight June 15th. Dulles Airport. Now at the airport. Unable to get the internet working properly. Pondering possible Latin texts for our classes in South Africa – there exist many Latin accounts of the animals – certainly good material on elephants, lions, and giraffes, from Pliny to Linnaeus. There is much Latin writing about North Africa […]
In the National Gallery.
19-Jun-15June 15th. Dulles Airport. We had time today in the morning, before our evening flight, and so we drove into D.C. and visited the National Gallery. I had been there before, but I don’t know the museum well. In general, it aroused in me the same feelings that D.C. does: I am kind of impressed, […]
Prolegomenon: Latin In America.
19-Jun-15June 15th. Dulles Airport. We drove down to Washington D.C. after a funeral in New York. I had my usual repeated meals of pizza while in New York, attempting to stock up on calories. It might be a long time before I have my next good slice. In D.C. we stayed with Catherine’s aunt and […]
Latin in South Africa.
19-Jun-15June 14th, Washington D.C. Tomorrow Catherine and I depart for Africa for a most unusual reason: to teach Latin. Last year Marianne Dircksen, a professor in the school of ancient languages at Northwestern University in Potchefstroom, came to Rusticatio Virginiana in search of help. Latin, which had been part of the colonial educational system in […]
The Summa Theologica doesn’t have that many odd and charming moments, but certainly one of them is when Aquinas – taking a break from questions like “Whether There is Only One Aeviternity”, “Whether Goodness Has the Aspect of a Final Cause”, and “Whether the Separated Soul Understands Separate Substances” – decides to tackle the question, […]
Stage Two.
13-Aug-14Coming down Oak Street, New Orleans blew me one last kiss: a glimpse of Jacque-imo’s and its famous gator-painted pickup truck. Every time I see something interesting in New Orleans, I realize how unimaginative and boring everyplace else is. I’ve seen pickup trucks and restaurants all over America, but only in New Orleans have I […]
The next morning I left Johnny Angel’s house and headed for the river. I went down Carrollton Avenue to Oak, and stopped at the old bank there, which has now been converted into a coffee shop. On line waiting to pick up a few muffins, a young woman turned and asked me, “So where are […]
The Tiger Truck Stop.
22-Jun-14Heading back from the Atchafalaya we had to stop to get gas. The gas station at the exit had a big sign which said “TIGER,” which I presumed was just a local filling station’s way of copying Exxon, which used (uses?) a tiger as its mascot. But this was Louisiana, of course, so it had […]
Distributaries.
22-Jun-14Heading back to New Orleans from the Atchafalaya I spoke with Randy about the possibility of the Corps opening distributaries from the Mississippi in order to build the coastline back up. The way he spoke had been encouraging. He spoke of the current model – channeling the river so it flows fast and deep straight […]