Hildegarde

I mean, really.

My friends got the computer straightened out, and now it seems like AOL ate my modem.

It’s a long story.

You can all send stuff telling me I should have gotten off AOL a decade ago.

But I’m at school, and I’ve just be witness to what came close to being a physical girl fight–stopped just short of that, thank goodness, but it was loud and required throwing one of the girls out of the computer lab–and it’s all sort of par for the course.

The really odd thing is that the book I picked up to read while the strange tests and all the other nonsense was going on was James Schall’s Another Sort of Learning, which is actually a collection of essays about  how to get an education in spite of being in college. 

I thought it was going to be one of those books–and I’m fond of them–talking about what university education should really be about.  I know Schall’s stuff well enough to know that when he does write on that subject, I like what he has to say.

As it turns out, however, this is a book about ways to counter what Schall calls “the modern project,” and how apparently deliberate misreadings of Plato have inspired Communists and Fascist both, and the ways in which the post-Vatican II Church has been complicit in the mess created by what one of the books Schall recommends calls ‘the coercive utopians.”

So I’m  having more fun than I thought I was going to, and the book comes with lots of little book lists that often contain things I’ve never heard of. 

And I’m just exhaussted. 

So I’ll go get some caffeine, and think about all you guys milking cows.