Two weeks in

By lex, on June 27th, 2008

It’s kind of nice being taken for a civilian. There are lunch breaks, out of doors. Away from your actual desk. When you take one, no one stares at you. Because you’re in civilian clothes. Just like everyone else.

I have arrived upon a system: When I wear a shirt for the day’s work, I place it at the back of the queue in the closet at the end of the day. The next morning, a new shirt offers itself up, is worn, and takes its place at the back of the stack, yesterday’s shirt advancing one step in the line. But as for the trousers? These I leave in their original order! Thus guaranteeing a certain degree of randomness in my sartorial display.

Credo

"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me."

— John Paul Jones

"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature"

— George Bernard Shaw, Caesar and Cleopatra

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."

— Edmund Burke

"Μολὼν λαβέ"

— Leonidas

"Blogito Ergo Sum"

— Neptunus Lex