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)
(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.)