{"id":500,"date":"2012-01-28T17:51:14","date_gmt":"2012-01-29T00:51:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/?p=500"},"modified":"2012-01-28T17:52:26","modified_gmt":"2012-01-29T00:52:26","slug":"what-hath-labor-wrought","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/?p=500","title":{"rendered":"What hath labor wrought?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today I finally resolved to study more for my upcoming GMAT. I was about to get underway, only looking for a notepad, when the whole family spontaneously organized into a mighty Trundle. Owen must have been pleased out of his mind. I declined. I would have gladly gone if I had already been planning to trundle on Saturday, but instead I had been planning to take a four-hour practice test starting at 8 a.m. in the morning. It was far past eight o&#8217;clock and nothing resembling studying had occurred, but it was truly in the offing; to back at such a crucial juncture would be utter defeat.<\/p>\n<p>In the end I still gave in to pathetic compromise and took a short quiz instead of a full practice test. It was not a total capitulation because the quiz still exposed some egregious lapses in my ability to think like a test-maker, but the affair concluded quickly and left me in an empty house on a Saturday with a suggestion of sunlight flashing through the windows.<\/p>\n<p>I left for the woods. It is an unhappy bit of woods we live in now, pimpled with rocks and snarled with ill-tempered wild rose, and running with soupy muddy rivulets that haven&#8217;t washed themselves out a proper crick bed. The soil gives no purchase for the trees, so many lie in defeat amidst dense clusters of unruly brush. This failed attempt at a forest betrays a failed attempt at pastureland beneath it, in rubbled stone walls and paths transgressed by modern boundaries.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today I finally resolved to study more for my upcoming GMAT. I was about to get underway, only looking for a notepad, when the whole family spontaneously organized into a mighty Trundle. Owen must have been pleased out of his mind. I declined. I would have gladly gone if I had already been planning to trundle on Saturday, but instead <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/?p=500\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/500"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=500"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":504,"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/500\/revisions\/504"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cleverdialectic.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}