• Mood: agonized
• Music: David Gilmour -- Cry From The Street

From the mailbag

Today the Internet postman delivered another one of those where-did-that-come-from messages. It read (in Hebrew): "Hello. If you send me a metaphysical poem by John Donne by the end of the day, I shall use it for a poetry analysis final paper in a HUJI course. Shabbat shalom. [signed]"

I don't know the sender, nor was any explanation offered to mailing me for a John Donne poem, or why it would interest me to take part in this guy's homework. It was not sent to my benyehuda.org address, either. Go figure.

Not wanting to let even a stranger down, I sent him Holy Sonnet XIV (Batter my heart). Wise arnulf, on hearing of this, laughed and said: "See? No wonder you get that kind of e-mail."

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Current mood is due to studying for an archaeology exam. I knew what I was doing when I did not choose to study archaeology; unfortunately, I was foolish enough to take a side course in archaeology (well, it was Minoan archaeology!), and now I must pay.