First Week of Class

Well, My first seek of classes went famously. how about yours? I have a lot of reading and only one professor that threatens to lull me to sleep, which is a record fo any semester. (For the record it's not Sexson.) However I'm not here to talk about those classes so...

The names of the nine muses:

I had no Idea, so I went to ask dear old Wiki what he had to say and I learned that they are:

-Calliope, the head honcho and muse of epic poetry
-Clio, muse of history
-Erato, Muse of erotic poetry (like the crappy romance novels you can buy at gas stations that just have vividly described sex scenes.)
-Euterpe, muse of lyrical poetry
-Melpomene, the muse of tragedy
-Polyhymnia, the muse of sacred song
-Terpsichore, muse of dance
-Thalia, muse of comedy
-Urania, muse of astronomy.

I know. Fascinating. It kinda makes you want to go write poems about all the different muses right? No? When did history become a creative art anyway? I know historians and students of history, but they don't seem very artistic. Where's the creativity? Where's the craft? All history is is the regurgitation of what one's been told, even if it is interesting.

Speaking of history, I might as well share my last name: Crawford. It's Scottish for "Ford where Crows Gather." I know... Boring. I didn't make it up, it was given to me.

The history part is a little more interesting. My cousin once did some research on our name and family tree and found out the Crawford clan was the Scottish clan that William Wallace's mother was from.

I can't remember what else I was supposed to write about. Besides I'm going to go watch that Clint Eastwood movie... Mmmm.... I can already feel my IQ flowing out of my ear.