Have you ever been totally and completely boggled at the holes in others’ education? Yesterday, a coworker was searching for an AWOL book that a patron had requested be rush cataloged. The book? The Iliad. My coworker, armed with a printout of the catalog record, began to describe the book to me.
Coworker: It’s 600 pages.
Me: Yes, I know. I’ve read it about umpty times.
Coworker: Oh. Um.
Me: It’s good.
Coworker: It says it’s poetry. [Inconceivable that someone would read 600 pages of poetry!]
Me: It’s an epic poem. [Hmmm. Does she know what “epic” means?]
Coworker: [Looking at the bib record.] What’s the Trojan War?
Me: [Gobsmacked] I don’t think I can help you.
How?! How does that happen?! How can someone never have heard of the Trojan war, Homer, or The Iliad?
Kalypso, from The Odyssey of Homer, translated by Richard Lattimore, 1991.
My copy of The Iliad is even more marked up than The Odyssey.
And, speaking of the Trojan war and people who appear to be completely ignorant of even the most famous parts of the story (via Got Medieval):
There is going to be a total lunar eclipse Tuesday morning. The entire eclipse will be viewable–weather permitting, naturally–across most of the US, Canada, and Latin America, and in Asia and Australia. If you are local, it should occur ass early on Tuesday morning, right before sunrise. Sunrise will cut off the end of the eclipse for us. (Damn, but I have trouble figuring out these stupid charts!)
Oh how very angsty! Oh how very 80s! Mr. Cave is almost unrecognizable. It’s hard to believe he was ever such a round-cheeked young puppy.
The Marie Hoy remake of this song is a classic. If you can get your hands on a copy of the Dogs in Space soundtrack, it’s got some other gems on it, as well.
Before going to bed last night, I took out the dog and called the weather line. The temperature was 46F. Anyone want to guess whose air conditioner was running?
This has been floating around for awhile now, but just in case there is anyone out there who missed the darling otters, check it out. Right now.
And if you need a chaser for all that cuteness, there ya’ go. Never before have I been faced with the realities of simultaneously peeing my pants with laughter whilst vomiting. And, on second thought, perhaps that explains the laughing gnome? Hmmm.