the most relevant photos yet!

Normally we post photos with only the faintest claim to relevance, if any. This is because blogs with no pictures are a bit boring, especially to those of us with very, very short attention spans.

Today, however, it is my pleasure to bring you a most timely set of photographs.



I take my studies ever so seriously. I am as inspired and humbled by Dante as Dante is by Virgil. Or... something.


Note to self: Dante is off the list of Historical Figures with Whom I'd Like to Have a Beer.


I told Fiona we were at Madame Tussauds.*

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*Madame Tussauds is breaking this man's heart. It's shocking.

penance

We are extremely sorry about our lack of blogulation this past week. The inauguration and related activities ate up all of our time, and although we actually did bring our copies of the Oresteia to read while we waited for the swearing-in to start, it was just impossible to get any reading done in that massive crowd, not to mention the freeeeezing cold, which is much worse when you have to stand totally still because there is no room to move.

As penance, Fiona has promised to tell some historical anecdotes about inaugurations; meanwhile, here are photos of us headed to an inaugural ball. After this we'll return to the Oresteia. Seriously. We are very sorry.

onward and upward: a post-it

So we're back to your regularly scheduled (or not) Iditarod. I started the Fagles translation of the Oresteia on the plane back from San Francisco, but the introductory essay was so boring that I read the in-flight magazine instead. And finished the crossword puzzle (with only a couple of errors: I'm bad at baseball players and model trains). I will try again as soon as possible.

I seem to have lost my company's wireless card on the trip back from San Francisco. I feel like Calvin when he broke his dad's binoculars. Awful.

Meanwhile, here are two pictures from the MLA to keep you entertained. They pretty much give away where I work, if you hadn't guessed by now. Please note that despite the MLA overlap, this is Fiona's and my personal blog. The views we express here are solely our own and do not represent our places of employment in any way. I'm very, very lucky to work where I do, and it's extremely useful in terms of grad school research, but it is a job and this is my personal blog. So. Pictures are for illustrative purposes only. I think blogs are more fun when they have pictures.

We had my camera on the train. Whoops.

Because sometimes you have to stop reading The Odyssey on the Metro so you can annoy the other people on the train by taking pictures and giggling loudly.


Sometimes Serena hides behind her book and looks angry, but really it symbolizes how Odysseus hid behind his beggarly disguise near the end.


And then when I hit myself in the face with the book, which is what's happening here, you see, it means "oh, the trials of man, they continue to hit me in the metaphorical face...with their...poignancy and their hard covers."


Serena searches the Metro tunnel for monsters (just in case).


The Metro ride was approximately 10 years long but I did not anger any gods or kill any Cyclops, so I am ahead of Odysseus already.