Just wanted to let you know that yes, my hand still hurts, and yes, things are crazy over at my house over the accident – I should just say that someone’s refusal to accept responsibility when they don’t have the capability of doing something almost killed them, my Mom, and I.
But things are good in Texas right now. My hotel sucks – it’s a seedy place and there are sex and drugs all over the place and I just wanted to run and get to the library. Ran into some old friends, and I do have a good friend here who is keeping watch over me a bit – made sure I ate when I got off my flight which was delayed for 2 hours and then after I lost my luggage keeping me in the airport for another hour.
I’m in the library right now, wondering about the link between mastery of rhetoric and war. I’m not clear on what this link is, but Plato thinks it perhaps a criticism of epic, which is war discussed – perhaps romanticized – in very high sounding language. I don’t know what’s going on, to tell the truth.
I do know that I’m hungry, and I need to find a place to eat, but that I’m pretty happy right now. Things are going pretty well given how crappy this day started (knocking on wood… could still get run over and shot walking back to the hotel).