so that was dumb

Note to self: FOOD. IT IS A GOOD THING. Also, one packet of instant oatmeal and a cup of tea are not adequate sustenance for four hours walking all over Uptown in the hot sun. *facepalm* As aella_irene would say, headweasels, so I took off, made it to Borders, looped back to find the Freret Street Market, which was a bad idea, omg; it seemed like a perfectly decent market (though, dude, I'm from Washington, nothing can top Pike Place Market), but there were far too many fucking human beings in one very small space and I ran into the Newcomb Student Programs person, C., who interrogated me on why we didn't have dates for the NSAGA faculty speaker series yet. I looped through the market again, in an attempt to, I don't know, do something reasonable, then gave up and fled back to St. Charles, and then on to Whole Foods for raspberries. (And anything else; I also ended up getting more tea (guys...I do not need more tea, I think I just get stressed and buy tea), chicken thighs, two giant Honeycrisps (Washington apples are coming into season!), cheddar and parmesan cheese (I don't eat cheese except on things, but...sometimes I need to put it on things), bananas, and then panicked when I couldn't find ground cardamom and walked out without getting thyme, which I sort of needed.) And then came back to campus -- according to mapmyrun.com, this was a lovely eight mile walk in the sun, on a packet of oatmeal and a cup of tea. DUMB, BEDLAM.

Then I ate some edamame and made bread. *sighs* However! I did not burn myself while making bread this time. Now I am reading Plutarch. Perhaps later I shall attempt to catch up with the new fall television season. (And by catch up, I mean, the only thing I've watched this fall and am up to date on is Hell's Kitchen.)

I probably should have seen this coming

Non-classics/ancient history people do not realize that classics types take Homer very seriously. Minnesota is flipping through channels looking for college football games and I catch a flash of Troy and say, "Go back, go back! ...oh, it's the part where Achilles kills Hektor, carry on." And Maryland makes some crack -- I don't know exactly what it was, but my response was, "Hektor is so much more awesome than Achilles, Achilles was a dick!"

"Wait, I thought it was the other way around!" she says, sounding serious, and I cheer up and start to explain why Hektor is so much better than Achilles (though no one is more awesome than Odysseus, omg), but she cuts me off and says flippantly, "Oh, I don't actually know what we're talking about, or care."

Which ends in me blinking and going, "This is actually the kind of conversation I'm used to having seriously with people outside of class," which means the two business school girls give me The Look. You know the look: the look of someone with an eminently practical degree confronted with a liberal arts major. That look of, "You cannot be for real. What do you plan to do with your life?"

P.S. Hektor is totally more awesome than Achilles; Achilles was an ass. Y'all are lucky I'm still spelling Achilles "Achilles" instead of "Akhilles" or "Achilleus"; goddamn translations, man. I wish they'd standardize the spelling; it took me far too long to figure out that Aias in the Lattimore translation is Ajax most other places.