God, Six Feet Under

By Charles H. Klein

Christopher Hitchens begins his book God Is Not Great with a story of his days at a boarding school in Southwestern England. His scripture teacher takes him and his classmates out for a nature walk. Hitchens describes the terrain as “an especially lovely part of my beautiful country of ( Read more... )

Sorry for posting twice in a day.

This is transcribed from a conversation of andrew and i's.

It starts with this question:  do you ever feel like the ebb and flow of your life could be measured on the richter scale?

If yes, would you answer similarly to this:

(this is just me talking)
I feel like life for the most part is spent in a stupor of sorts. We ( Read more... )

 This is a short story that I have been working on for a while, let me know what you think.

It was a cold, blustery day. Allow me to be as pretentious as to describe the man trundling down MacDougal St. with a paradoxically purposeful stride. His feet stepped on what sounded like crunchy leaves but were in actuality just remnants of the day’s New ( Read more... )

 Things have gotten much better than they were in my last entry. It feels like life is speeding up what with school and all my social pursuits, it is easy to forget what day it is or which month it is or what have you. Classes are OK, I can't understand my math professor at all (his accent is hard to understand, and his handwriting is as well), my ( Read more... )

So now I have finally gotten things started here. Sitting through three days' worth of sitting in a room listening to somewhat valuable information was quite a slog, a probable harbinger for my upcoming school year. On the first day of orientation I was introduced for the first time to this terrible song called soldier boy. It had it's own dance to ( Read more... )

"Untie me, I've said no vows
The train is getting way too loud
I gotta leave here my girl
Get on with my lonely life"

As always the Shins are much more capable of summarising my moods than I am. Good-bye everyone, and I hope I see you at some point down the road.

God this is so weird. I am not sure of how else to start this entry. I have envisioned what this entry would like numerous times, picturing who I would talk about, what I would be doing, where I would be going next, you know. I still feel like I am in a movie in editing, drifting towards the very last few seconds of the movie of my life here (I ( Read more... )

Change of address to:

Charlie Klein
Donovan Hall
600 St. John's University, Room 604
Queens, NY
11439

So this is weird...

Once I finish re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I will imagine the feeling will be similar to how the Pevensie children felt in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis when they could no longer enter the world of Narnia through the old wardrobe. As the last page is turned, the way will be shut, preventing future ( Read more... )

My childhood is defined and ended by the completion of the seventh Harry Potter novel.

Thanks, Jo.