10/25, 10am social policy class

i keep waking up more tired than when i went to bed, probably from running in my dreams all night. running and fighting and looking for something, getting more and more frantic because i don't know what i'm trying to find. it's like fighting inside a marshmallow - if i try to punch something, my fist starts an inch away from the target and moves slowly, so the most i can do is push ineffectually.

so the poor get poorer and the rich get richer. in victorian england, the solution to the 'poor problem' was essentially to put them in workhouses till they either died there, or stopped asking for money (which, by law, they were supposed to be given) and *then* died. but if you kill off all the paupers, will the lower-but-not-impoverished class start getting poorer until they take the place of the destitute people who got killed off? or, is there a sort of midpoint at which everyone above gets richer and everyone below gets porrer, so that the lower class would eventually become destitute whether or not the paupers were killed off?

real time, gu library

i like the lit class. it's really fun. whereas the other classes are just interesting, i was afraid to take notes in this class for fear i'd miss something he said, it was that fascinating. this class will be good.
and last night after fencing, i think i converted someone to historical fencing. and i talked to another guy who used to do sca fencing but has issues with the sca (not that i blame him) and is doing doctorate work (i think - i may have misheard him) on historical fencing, but as a paper sort of thing, not a jumping around and killing people sort of thing. both of the guys i was talking to expressed interest in going to st andrews with me some weekend. :) i'm never going to forget the fencing rules if i keep repeating and explaining them to people like this.

i got my package! i'm so happy! it was like christmas all over again, and it all smelled like pennsic (in a good way). my beautiful gloves, my bodice that i mended as soon as i took it out, my chemise that still needs mending, my doublet that i need to learn how to buttonhole, a dagger, my blue scarf... ::happysigh:: i wish i'd packed my mug and a pair of pants, though. oh, well. i can borrow a goblet for feast, and black jeans serve me just fine. but i have garb! and i *will* finish my doublet. maybe i'll even put the trim on it before it gets too old... ::grin:: garb!
need to finish nana's address on her postcard so i can mail it before she thinks i've died or am an unappreciative granddaughter... she sent me a halloween card. and i have garb! so should i wish, i could dress up! i love my garb.
in the service learning tutorial we watched a video on the anti-collectivist (read: arch conservative) view of the welfare state. it was such a load of crap it almost made me nauseous. we had a rather spirited trashing, i mean discussion, of it afterwards.

from the style invitational

q. what is in the strip poker kitty?
a. panty ante.

everything i need to know about life i learned online: a million monkeys at a million keyboards might eventually produce shakespeare, but they're going to produce monkey porn sites first.

everything i need to know about life i learned from 'survivor': if you ever fulfill your fantasy of being marooned on an island with some babes, sure enough, the fat gay guy will be the only one to walk around naked.