No time for convogination! Twenty-four hours sounds like a lot, but obviously it's not enough time to get everything done that seashell needs to get done. I shouldn't even be posting for lack of time, but we wouldn't want that, now would we? As if the life of a music major was not busy enough already, I must now become all philosophical and write my second paper for Honors. We have two lists of philosophers, and we must write about one from each list. They are as follows: List I includes Kierkegaard, Plato, McCraken, James, and Marx, while List II contains Sarte, Darwin, Clifford, Shepard, and Percy. Och, aye! Where does one begin? In relation to the two philosophers I choose, I must address one of the following: the nature of oppression, the nature of evidence, or the nature of choice. There are so many possibilities, but very little time. I will accept advice from my fellow convoginators (or anyone else) about which topic and which philosophers to choose in relation to level of difficulty (low would be ideal) and time.
It has come to my attention that my mother will be forty years old in about two weeks! Oh how much fun I would have with that if only I could go home, but alas, my last game is the day after her birthday. Only two more weeks of marching band! What happiness! You know, it won't be too many years before manteca is over the hill. Then he will officially be old, very, very old. What fun! I shouldn't make fun though. I am already getting gray hair and must say that many days I feel thirty-nine, but not forty yet. That's reserved for you old folks.
Do, Re, Me, Fa, Sol, Le, Te, Do....
seashell
