Catching up
Mar. 31st, 2003 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarigwaemirAd Mundo Exteriore,
What I intended to post on Friday:
There is method in Mr. Tomes' madness after all. He repeated the entire chapter on Gauss' Law for the third time on Monday, and we all sat in class, bored out of our minds, doing what we usually do in AP Physics: namely, play with calculators (Marius), talk surreptitiously (Diana and James), do other homework (Annie), "go to the bathroom" (Will), think about Hikaru no Go (me), and stare into space (everyone). But now that we're doing capacitors I finally realize why he wanted to review Gauss' Law just before we changed units. (Still, it was utterly unnecessary. Gauss' Law is one of the few topics I actually understand completely. Kirchoff's Laws are a foggy unremembered mystery, and for that matter, so is most of mechanics, but not Gauss' Law.)
Thought: I treat my LJ entries as "letters", but addressed to whom? "Ad Mundo Exteriore" is dictionary Latin (i.e. I looked up declension in a decrepit old Latin dictionary) for "To the Outside World". (Or "Outer World"? I don't know precise translations. Yet another reason why they should teach classical languages in primary school.) Sometimes I have particular people in mind when I write a "letter", and I name them directly, but when I go off on long tangents, it's usually me standing on a soapbox preaching blissfully to the empty air. Oh, and occasionally, it's not really meant for other people to read, but for me to sort out and organize my thoughts. (That's usually when I start sounding defensive because my inner voices start arguing with me over what I'm writing. Ungrateful bastards. >_< I host their consciousness, and this is what I get in return.) Maybe I should make those posts private? Maybe I should extend the courtesy of an LJ-CUT tag once in a while? But, see, I don't like cutting things unless it's for pictures, which take a long time to load, or for fanfics, which not everyone wants to read. Perhaps not everyone wants to read my personal thought processes either, but it is still a letter, albeit addressed partly to myself. They're something wrong about cutting a letter, a real letter, to pieces—it's like sacrilege, especially after reading about envelopes and thin parchment wrapped with lilac sachets in an old cedar chest or tied up in red satin ribbons within a secret desk drawer...and now I'm getting maudlin.
(Yes, I know it's not a real letter per se. So? So? I practice my paltry art of letter-writing, which is mostly spewing of course—as Lyd-chan's You-Know-Who would say, blast him—but oh, who cares? ::sticks tongue out at both inner voices and people who accuse others of spewing::)
...Tari
What I intended to post on Friday:
There is method in Mr. Tomes' madness after all. He repeated the entire chapter on Gauss' Law for the third time on Monday, and we all sat in class, bored out of our minds, doing what we usually do in AP Physics: namely, play with calculators (Marius), talk surreptitiously (Diana and James), do other homework (Annie), "go to the bathroom" (Will), think about Hikaru no Go (me), and stare into space (everyone). But now that we're doing capacitors I finally realize why he wanted to review Gauss' Law just before we changed units. (Still, it was utterly unnecessary. Gauss' Law is one of the few topics I actually understand completely. Kirchoff's Laws are a foggy unremembered mystery, and for that matter, so is most of mechanics, but not Gauss' Law.)
Thought: I treat my LJ entries as "letters", but addressed to whom? "Ad Mundo Exteriore" is dictionary Latin (i.e. I looked up declension in a decrepit old Latin dictionary) for "To the Outside World". (Or "Outer World"? I don't know precise translations. Yet another reason why they should teach classical languages in primary school.) Sometimes I have particular people in mind when I write a "letter", and I name them directly, but when I go off on long tangents, it's usually me standing on a soapbox preaching blissfully to the empty air. Oh, and occasionally, it's not really meant for other people to read, but for me to sort out and organize my thoughts. (That's usually when I start sounding defensive because my inner voices start arguing with me over what I'm writing. Ungrateful bastards. >_< I host their consciousness, and this is what I get in return.) Maybe I should make those posts private? Maybe I should extend the courtesy of an LJ-CUT tag once in a while? But, see, I don't like cutting things unless it's for pictures, which take a long time to load, or for fanfics, which not everyone wants to read. Perhaps not everyone wants to read my personal thought processes either, but it is still a letter, albeit addressed partly to myself. They're something wrong about cutting a letter, a real letter, to pieces—it's like sacrilege, especially after reading about envelopes and thin parchment wrapped with lilac sachets in an old cedar chest or tied up in red satin ribbons within a secret desk drawer...and now I'm getting maudlin.
(Yes, I know it's not a real letter per se. So? So? I practice my paltry art of letter-writing, which is mostly spewing of course—as Lyd-chan's You-Know-Who would say, blast him—but oh, who cares? ::sticks tongue out at both inner voices and people who accuse others of spewing::)
...Tari
