Out of all fairness . . . |
Weve had an unusually cold, wet winter this year, so I want to see some sort of compensation, and by that I mean poppies. I want to see poppies and I want to see them soon, and dont give me no...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Feb 2010 13:21:00 GMT |
This is what happens when I read myspace status headings |
These thoughts were initiated by Cristinas comments on her own status heading, so anyone who gets trapped into reading this may thank her accordingly. Her statement about her present emotional turm...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Nov 2009 14:07:00 GMT |
"Tis a quick lie, sir" |
I was reading an essay not too long ago, called The Ways We Lie, by Stephanie Ericsson. Her basic argument is that whereas its just about impossible to never lie, all lies are harmful, even t...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:24:00 GMT |
sacrificing sacrifice |
. . . in things terrestrial . . . a man must not be governed by ideas celestial . . ., certain minor self-renunciations in this life his own mere instinct for his own every-day general well-being wi...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 11:03:00 GMT |
Beauty queens, androids, and water |
I dont know why, but I found myself the other day thinking of Candace Gray. She was this girl I knew in high school, way back in the 70s well, everyone at that high school knew Candace, or a...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 09:02:00 GMT |
the way we never were |
I was reading The Virgin Suicides not too long ago, and the narrator is one of a group of boys who look back on their suburban life in the 70s, recounting their voyeuristic obsession with a family...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 16:01:00 GMT |
Austentatious |
So Im reading Jane Austen again yeah, I know, a name to ensure that anyone who opened this blog out of politeness will definitely stop reading at this point. And, yeah, theres a bunch of pas...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 11:02:00 GMT |
what lies beneath |
James Baldwin wrote that sentimentality is the mark of dishonesty, the inability to feel. He claimed that the wet eyes of the sentimentalist betray his aversion to experience, his fear of lif...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 10:59:00 GMT |
observations, ironies, ambiguities |
Despite all the literature Ive studied, I find I am not an excellent judge of character (misjudged my own several times)I like and dont like growing olderWith each day I grow more aware of my insign...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 13:00:00 GMT |
Faulty Default Settings |
Taken from David Foster Wallace's 2005 Kenyon Commencement Address: "Here is just one example of the total wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: everything in my own immediate exp...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 16:11:00 GMT |
