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From Tom Stoppard's 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead'

R: I haven't forgotten - how I used to remember my own name - and yours, oh yes! There were answers everywhere you looked. There was no question about it - people knew who I was and if they didn't they asked and I told them.

G: You did, the trouble is, each of them is . . . plausible, without being instinctive. All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it's like being ambushed by a grotesque. A man standing in his saddle in the half-lit, half-alive dawn banged on the shutters and called two names. He was just ha hat and a cloak levitating in the grey plume of his own breath, but when he called, we came. That much is certain - we came.

Figuring out why that's stuck in my head is left as an exercise for the reader.

No classes yet, but prospects are good...

I'm working (more than a bit belatedly, I come to find) on getting my evaluation set up for graduating, so that I can sort out what classes I need to take (a problem, since the CSU system redesignated EVERYTHING this year), and I realized something... it's like making a character for an RPG - I'm twinking. The particular item which caused this revelation is the realization that if I take Chem 129, then Phys 131 is just dead weight, but then I can call it a Technical elective and if I take a 2-unit tech elec somewhere along the line here, I actually am done with tech elecs... Pretty cool.

In any case, I'm working on it. The schedule I'm looking at will have me at class TR, with a little something on Friday. This assumes I can pull it off. I'll make sad faces at the Chem professor.