Shakespeare, The Old Arcadia, and Ready Player Two: something and nothing in common all at once.
That title should read “catch-up” but I mustard relish any opportunity to write “ketchup.”
Knowing that I may be watched generates stress and that stress is silent but present.
An evaluation of outputs of activities and intermediate outcomes. Grad school language is terribly pervasive.
The boringest title I could come up with for an exciting and upcoming endeavour.
We eat, we read, we read books about eating, we read books we’d like to eat.
From where do you read?
Initially titled Plums and Philippians but renamed because it was just visual alliteration (unless you pronounce it PILIPPIANS).
Grappling at night towards being grateful.
I finally do more homework on classical education and realize the basis for it is not what I thought.