favorite abolitionist: Frederick Douglass
favorite muscle: latissimus dorsi
favorite fallen protagonist: Rhett Butler
favorite poet: Jeffrey McDaniel/Margaret Atwood/Lord Byron/Rainer Maria Rilke
favorite christmas carol: The Cherry Tree Carol
favorite symbol: Mandala
favorite god: Eris
favorite accent: South African
disappear here
"Well.. We could go to Taco Bell if that's more your style."
Jeopardy, Alton Brown, and Stephen Colbert.
...where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward, unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. That was what I could understand, that was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, EVER, that people were good or that a man was capable of change, or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of recieving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term "generosity of spirit" applied to nothing, was a cliche, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire -- meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief, were things, emotions, that no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in...this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged...
Rainer Maria Rilke.