Tomorrow is a very important day. With all the gift giving and partying and getting drunk off eggnog and whatnot we seem to be forgetting the true meaning of Christmas: this is the day on which we commemorate the birth of a great man, who lived a long, long time ago, into an era of darkness, when corrupt men roamed about and blinded men’s eyes with their gold and silver, a time when ignorance reigned and the true meaning of things lay hid in night. This man single-handedly brought us, through hard work and toil, to an era of light, of understanding, of progress. Friends, today we celebrate the birth of Sir Isaac Newton (25 December 1642–20 March 1727 [NS: 4 January 1643–31 March 1727]).
Merry Christmas everyone!
As for other matters.
I really should’ve written something about this earlier, but I guess I just couldn’t be arsed. I was very saddened to read on the newspaper about how Amal Murqus said that shedding blood is fine if it’s to establish a Palestinian state.
Up until then I’d regarded her as a person who was actually supportive of coexistence and opposed bloodshed. Aside from being an excellent singer (I have an album of hers at home, and despite everything I have no intention never to listen to it again), she appeared on the Israeli Sesame Street, and was a very amiable person. (All you Israelis whose childhood was ruined: appy polly loggies.)
Also, Cesária Évora died. Reading about that really ruined my day...
Now let’s just hope nothing happens to Yoko Kanno.
I seem to take school somewhat more earnestly than my classmates. On our first ‘big’ assignment for Intro to the History of Japan and Its Culture, it turned out I was the only one who used any additional sources beyond the few and very incomplete ones we were given on the university website. This is actually quite encouraging; it just proves that the academia is my place. One day, one day I shall be addressed as Prof. Lumi. I promise. (Knocks wood, spits thrice, and strokes a black cat)
Unum diem...
(P.S.: As I am in dire need of money and a boy/girlfriend, I should remind you all I am a professional translator, having served in the army as one, and I write excellent poetry on commission, except for ritual circumcisions, blech. Oh, and I’m single, natch.)
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