So you'd rather argue with angels?

I'm doing a bit of research work for a retired Harvard professor who happens to be in Princeton researching, lecturing, and heading up the Center for Semitic Studies. Orthodox Jew from Ethiopia and eccentrically brilliant, this dude knows 17 languages--simply ridiculous. In any event, during my interview he struck with me a line I found hilarious yet insightful. Here's how it went (roughly).


Prof: So did you come straight to Princeton from college?
Me: No, I took a year off and worked a bit.
Prof: I see. And what did you do in that year?
Me: Oh, I worked in a law firm and considered going to law school. (thinking "is getting drunk for a year a legitimate response?")
Prof: And why didn't you go?
Me: I don't know. It wasn't for me. I suppose it didn't seem fulfilling arguing over such futile matters.
Prof: So you'd rather argue with angels than men?
Me: Hahaha. Yes, I suppose so.
Prof: And you find that fulfilling?
Me: Um...so far, yes sir.
Prof: Well good. It doesn't pay very well.

Was that the whiskey talking or was that your heart?

Central Park

If you've never been to NYC or Central Park in the Spring, you should make it a priority. This photo pales in comparison to the fullness of its beauty.

Irony

Located on Witherspoon Avenue in downtown Princeton, NJ--across the street from my favorite coffee shop (Small World!) and at the entrance of the alley to a great record store--was this hilarious, yet dreadfully ironic and wildly inappropriate street name. This post is in memory of it. It was removed this summer--and probably for good reason.