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I discovered, to my horror and disappointment, that currently, there are no readily available English translations of Nicholas Trevet's commentary on Boethius's Consolation of Philosophy. Why, you might ask, is this so shocking? Well, it is shocking because the bloody text has been used as the primary source of medieval interpretation on Boethius since the late 1300's. Granted, I'm using my English Masters arithmetic skills here, but I believe that gave scholars approximately 700 years to get their collective shit together. Now here I am, with the option of translating 200+ pages of Latin (which I have only a passing familiarity with), or learn Spanish, and try and read that translation. There may or may not be an Italian translation available. My frustration forced me to leave the library at about that point. In all, there are about 8-9 translations of all of Trevet's work, most of which focus on a completely different text than I need (though they are interesting'Chaucer based his Man of Law's Tale on the other text in question). The point is, I now sit here, hooped. Well, as I'm writing this in the car on my way to Swift Current, it's actually a combination of hooped and car-sick.

On the plus side, I have now transferred all of my hand-written research to electronic text, which makes things MUCH easier to find. God bless you control F. I can now claim to have a fairly deep understanding of Neoplatonic thought. Aquinas and Aristotle are a little hazy, but as my research doesn't deal with them in the least, I'm good.

Anyway, once I finally got to the family reunion in Swift, I proceeded to make small talk for 3 days straight. It's amazing how cliche your life sounds when you have the same stories memorized:
"Yes, I'm the one who was working on my masters.
No, I'm no longer dating the med student, he was an ass.
Yes, I'm still in school, but I'm moving to Australia in Mid-October.
No, I don't know how long I will be there.
Yes, I'm dating someone new, that's why I'm going to Australia."
The universal response: "oh, good for you, what will you do in Australia?"
Me: "as little as possible."
Polite laughter followed by uncomfortable silence and the silent promise to never go to another family reunion without massive quantities of alcohol.

To top it all off, I missed Jess and Kate's party, where I hear some bold individuals went quasi-nude for the sake of a bet. All I know is that their pictures will be WAY better than mine.