In Aristophanes' The Frogs, the titular chorus of frogs annoys the god Dionysus while he is on an epic quest into the underworld to bring back one of the two great and recently deceased tragedians because all of the living ones suck so badly. While I am not going on an epic quest to revive good literature, and I am also not a god of wine, I am going to Athens, the city which Aristophanes put on his bawdy and hilarious plays and where I can legally drink wine and have a Bacchan good time.
And by that I mean Athens, the city of Socrates and Plato, the city of philosophy, of the great and noble civic leaders like Pericles, of democracy! The city where I shall be studiously studying my studies for a semester, enriching myself intellectually, dining on the nourishing academic studies--
Did I say dining? Falafels. Stuffed grape leaves. Freshly squeezed orange juice. I can almost taste all of the delicious, mouth-watering--
brain food, of course, all designed to aid me in my intellectual quest!
But, seriously, I need a way to keep people updated, otherwise you all might start worrying that the Spartans invaded again and kidnapped me, which could lead to all sorts of Menander-like comic circumstances. The last thing I need is to fall in love with a slave girl my father disapproves of while being reunited with a long-lost twin.
So, for as long as I remain a free and noble-born citizen, I shall (try to) regularly update this blog about my goings-ons, and I shall fill it with copious references to old Greek things.
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