The Library of AlexandriaI love orchestral music. It's probably why I also love symphonic rock so much. I'm fairly proficient at the violin, played in an Orchestra for three years, so I like to be taken back to that feeling of being a part of something as huge as a hundred musicians shredding the strings around you. People who've never played in an orchestra seldom know the feeling - you never get it from the seats. It comes from being right in the middle, surrounded, and making the same music yourself. Your heart starts to speed up, your legs shake with adrenaline, and your whole body is vibrating with the sound. When I listen to things like Nightwish and Hans Zimmer (look him up), that's the feeling I get.
Fell to fire
Millennia ago.
The Library of Congress
Joined it in the grave that night.
Now that I'm done with being saccharine and nostalgic, on to things you actually care about. I, for one, hate it when people make references to the Library of Alexandria - it makes me more depressed than when people make references to the holocaust, because that's just how much I love books. So I suppose it's an oddity to see me doing what I hate to see done. However, I needed to make a point about just how big the occurrence was, and sometimes one must disturb oneself in order to properly disturb everyone else.
How much do I love books? Well, I've been known to rescue books from trash cans, take home books that teachers were going to get rid of, and occasionally escape with entire sets of outdated encyclopedias. That's how much I love books. That's why I come close to crying anytime the Library of Alexandria is mentioned. Books to me are more precious than any kind of jewelery (Note: Guys, if you bring me old books, I'll love you for ever and ever. Though I'm afraid you can't get laid in Texas until both parties are over 17).
In other news, I was at Wendy's of all places and in comes what one might of thought were Amish if the geography wasn't all wrong. The women were wearing bonnets, skirts, and long sleeved blouses. The guys were in jeans and flannel shirts. Oppression much? I'm pretty sure they were either Mormons or FLDS - we have a little of both around here, albeit in small numbers. I'm usually just amused by these kind of people, but this time, me being especially snarky today, I was mostly pissed. They had a gaggle of small children with them, and all I could think was, how are these kids going to grow up to be respectable members of society with parents like that?
Most Mormons around here are moderates - they're mostly normal people who prefer not to show as much skin as the rest of us (it's the desert - I walk around in flip-flops starting in March) and have a ton of kids. My violin instructor is a Mormon who's lovely and actually values knowledge for all her [nine] kids. Her oldest, a girl, is in college right now. But these people were taking it a bit too far. You could tell just by the way they interacted that the men were in charge and the women were little more than cattle. You've probably already figured out that I'm a rabid feminist who doesn't take kindly to this kind of stuff.
A little more, because I made a good bit of progress yesterday.
Years of history lost in flames-Com
Only charred pages are the remains
Blackness where pillars of knowledge once stood
No one stops in the street to brood.
The power’s been out for at least forty days
No one is coming, nerves start to fray
A leader steps up to pull us from the debris
His name now lost in his infamy.
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