Making Progress
Mar. 18th, 2004 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losToday was pleasant and productive. I watched some South Park, made necessary clothing purchases (wardrobe staples: white shirt, new jeans, some t shirts) at the lovely Express sale at the mall after supper, and got fifty pages read of my Blake biography of Disraeli for AP comparative government extra credit. He was really remarkable, especially in that in an incredibly anti-semitic time and with only one generation of English ancestry at his back, his grandparents having been Italian Jews, he managed to carve out a position as conservative party leader and famously successful Prime Minister.
The extent of his early failures, both as a businessman and a novelist, heartens me. It means I too can screw up and still rise to greater things on the shoulders of my dead self. It's like reading Jane Austen's juvenalia and realizing that even though everything you've written thus far is crap, you may still be capable of eventual greatness, but in a more political sense. Plus his life was funny, esp. the fighting for a ridiculously long period of time with the leader of the opposition party over which of them gets to keep a lavender dressing gown (it's a long story, and quite nearly as gay as it sounds).
Our passports STILL have not come in, so little hope of going to Paris for this Spring break remains. Triple damn my mother's procrastination, especially in ordering documents from the notoriously late government, and quadruple damn my inheriting it.
The extent of his early failures, both as a businessman and a novelist, heartens me. It means I too can screw up and still rise to greater things on the shoulders of my dead self. It's like reading Jane Austen's juvenalia and realizing that even though everything you've written thus far is crap, you may still be capable of eventual greatness, but in a more political sense. Plus his life was funny, esp. the fighting for a ridiculously long period of time with the leader of the opposition party over which of them gets to keep a lavender dressing gown (it's a long story, and quite nearly as gay as it sounds).
Our passports STILL have not come in, so little hope of going to Paris for this Spring break remains. Triple damn my mother's procrastination, especially in ordering documents from the notoriously late government, and quadruple damn my inheriting it.
