Did you know that a 2nd Lieutenant in the U.S. Army in 1837 earned about $592 per year? I do, and now, so do you. Don't misuse this knowledge.
Yes, I went back to the Library today, and it was almost as much fun as it was last week. The day was marred only by extreme cold (for here) and a Metro issue. I meant to look at the news to see what might have been happening outside the Supreme Court this morning. There was a gathering of people on the steps, and it appeared that a photograph was being taken. I didn't see any Justices (and I'm sure it wouldn't have been a picture of the Justices. First of all, I think that Justice Ginsburg is still in the hospital. Secondly, I think that Supreme Court Justices have enough pull that they wouldn't be forced to submit to outdoor picture taking on a 25 degree day), but a District police officer told me that I had to cross the street; no one was being permitted to walk past the Court building. I told her that I was going to the Library, which is next door to the Supreme Court, and she smiled and said "cross the street". So, I crossed the street, but I still don't know why. I'm apparently suffering from an appalling lack of curiosity. (that is a line from a movie, but I cannot remember which one...leave a comment if you know).
We're finished with Frankenstein, and on to Pudd'nhead Wilson and New Historicist criticism. Of the three critical theories we've examined so far, I'm interested in zero. This thing just isn't my bag, baby.
As always, I watched the Oscars from start to finish, and as always, I'm completely mystified by the fashion post-mortem. I guess I have abysmally bad taste, because I thought Frieda Pinto, Amy Adams, Meryl Streep, and Penelope Cruz looked beautiful. All of them appeared on various "worst" lists compiled by red carpet fashion observers. There is no accounting for taste. Although perhaps the critics were examining the red carpet from a New Snottyface perspective.