your what-coloured glasses?

the view outside my window this morning was graced by a double rainbow, due to the infinitely strange weather here. i should tell you, i am really lucky with my window into the city, because everyone else in my flat building views either a parking lot occupying the centre area like a courtyard or a huge, loud construction site.

today hasn't been too eventful - it is my day off mid-week from classes - so it was spent in emails, libraries, literature professor's office hours, coffeehouses, bookstores, and in my room with readings about tragedy. but i feel productive - things are relatively straightened out with my class and i even got the secretary to put me on the class mailing list, i've purchased the majority of my books and i am tackling my workload with enough vigor to leave me feeling like i have a lot of extra time on my hands, which will be nice while it lasts. it is back to work this weekend after about two weeks off, and then things will really pick up i think.

if you don't mind, i'm going to get back to the modern failure of tragedy, formerly an abstract metaphysical solace reminding us of life's power and joy, discussed by nietzsche thusly: "After an energetic attempt to focus on the sun, we have, by way of remedy almost, dark spots before our eyes when we turn away." oh, my intense german companions.
anyway, adieu. mostly i had just wanted to show you this exciting picture of sun and colour in edinburgh.