i wonder if the thing about getting older is true--somehow the pace of time actually changes. is it possible that the length of an hour is as intersubjective as we are? is it possible time changes rhythm with us?
its true; i'm in an existential anthropology class. was it the jargon that gave me away?
i have entered the time flux grumpily known as "finals." four papers, four weeks. may 18th, loves, may 18th. and then chris comes on the 22nd!! wahoozers!
(and then i get to work on the fun stuff: young women & catholicism!! project going smashingly! nothing like living in the moment, huh?)
off to write about nuns in 1834 & the fire at the convent. gotta love the 19th century scandals! latergators, k.
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