Late this evening the Moon will enter its 12th mansion, The Second Sky, Sky of Jupiter and House of Moses, whose letter is ض and whose Divine Name is The Knowing (#19 of the Asma ul-husna), الْعَلِيمُ.
At the moment I'm grading this week's freshman homework assignment and am cooking oatmeal for breakfast for the next few days.
My early class was perhaps even more dead than usual. Maybe it's a generational thing, but I'm beginning to wonder if it's even possible to interest people in trying to improve the quality of their work. Some of them sit there with pusses on their faces, as if I'm annoying them by diverting attention away from their constant fiddling with their smart phones.
At one point I was trying to get them to participate in writing a passage of music well. When I got no responses, I asked them if they were interested in trying to avert disaster. When I didn't get any response to that, I asked them if they would prefer to wait for disaster to overtake them, sweep them up in its dust cloud, and lead them toward oblivion. They didn't respond to that, either. I commented that I couldn't tell whether or not they harbored nihilistic tendencies, and then I proceeded to demonstrate the work myself.
The next, class, fortunately, was a bit more interactive.
One of the "grad" "students" in my other class emailed me to say that he had arranged to sing at church today and Wednesday and wouldn't be in class either day. Oh, okay. And he's not planning on missing class on Good Friday? Why not just make it a complete week? Maybe it's a denominational thing. Who knows?
Okay, well, it's time to pray 'Asr.