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我太慢慢地学习中文的语法。 有时候我希望了那个机器学习从Matrix是真了。 -
Midnight Toil
My room is a mess. I feel like I am working on something, but when I take the time to reflect on the day, I forget how it was spent. I know where I was. I was here, in this room all day. There are books stacked on the floor, and I opened at least one of them today. What did I learn? I can't remember--something about the emotions of touching and ( Read more... ) -
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Two girls are playing in the field outside my window. One yells to the other and the other screams back. I look outside the window and they are running in circles, screaming and yelling back. Screaming and yelling back. They run and run, and I wonder what they have to talk about. For an hour now. I wonder where they find that sort of energy ( Read more... ) -
Self-checking unjust anger
Doug posted some link on Facebook that talks about how Wye Oak is making some music for a show on Adult Swim. When I saw it, my initial reaction was anger. I was going to post on his wall that “bad people make bad music.” But then I remembered that I don’t actually know them. I can’t even remember that girl’s name, and she’s been dating Sam for ( Read more... ) -
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Aristotle says that the emotion of anger comes from a psychology of privilege, that the King is the most prone to anger because he is the most deserving. Anger comes about when one feels that he or one of his associates is being slighted, undercut, undermined. Like the other eleven emotions Aristotle discusses, anger is directional and is brought ( Read more... ) -
Morning
It's morning, the birds are chirping, my mind is racing and I feel like there is not enough time and never enough time and next door to me is the leech who takes my time so that now, at five in the morning, I am making lists of things to do tomorrow, knowing that I will not be able to do any of it because, "Why don't you love me?" and because "We ( Read more... ) -
On Feeling Dumb
After writing the subject line to this entry, my words became stifled by my feelings. Where do I begin, and what do I make present? I don't really want to talk about myself, and, let's be honest, the you I am writing to is not an audience but an invocation. A public journal that has lost its public lingers between the private audience invoked ( Read more... ) -
Amendment 1
I am well past the point of caring. I don’t even care. Every few months, another Amendment 1 springs up and another heated debate follows suit. This time, the President of the United States returned a comment. The President of the United States. The head heterosexual Commander and Chief. Do you know what kind of perverse performative ( Read more... ) -
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Let's start over. I forget my name is my name sometimes. What's your name?