Tuesday, May 03, 2005
I had a really frantic day, trying to secure my plain tickets for spain, organize the U-haul, conversing with two consulates offices. My day was so tense and hectic and stressful, and then on the streetcar on the way to work I saw it. A simple reminder, there next to the ad for Krystal Burger:
When I heard the learn'd astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
Just a random Walt Whitman poem, there to inspire urban children, or bring us more trancendentalism on our daily commutes.
6:57 PM
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