Been feeling like an eternal misfit: Too lazy and Californian for Boston, too arty for prep school, too preppy and uptight for Oberlin, and now too much of a repressed, taciturn Bostonian for New York... I can't remember the last time I've felt at home anywhere, and my adaptation mechanism seems to get creakier and creakier with each new change. ( Read more... )

A Dreamed Realization

The carrion-eater's nobility calls back from God;
Never was a carrion-eater first a carrion-eater--
Back there in God creatures sat like stone
--no light in their various eyes.

Life. It was Life jabbed a spoon in their mouths.
Crow jackal hyena vulture worm woke to necessity
--dipping into Death like a soup.

-- Gregory

"It seems to me that the fullest realization of the self comes in the acceptance of the limits of contingency. It is harder, but more ennobling, to love a wife as another human being, fugitive as oneself, than it is to carry on imaginary conversations with an imaginary Absolute. The demand to be loved totally, irrevocably, destroys first the love ( Read more... )

I went to see the Robert Rauschenberg exhibit at the Met a few days ago. As much as I hate it when college freshman types use excessive hyperbole to describe matters other than life and death (it was a-MAY-zing, it CHANGED my LIFE), I was pretty much BLOWN AWAY by some of the "combines" in the show. In Rauschenberg's best work, what seems like a ( Read more... )

So it turns out that my last day at the video store wasn't actually my last day at all; apparently all this time there has been a classified document, guarded by a phalanx of sentient rats and well protected from my unauthorized gaze, stating that I was supposed to come to work at 5:30 today. I learned this when I got a voice message from my ( Read more... )

"In Mind ( Read more... )

My Personal Dna Report

1. Let it bleed ( Read more... )

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Does anyone else like drinking alone, unbathed and unemployed, on a sunny thursday afternoon? Because I know I do.