Poll

Poll

Culled from this video, with a few additions. (I've tried to keep anyone from hitting any of LJ's item-limits without having to have multiple questions. Apologies if it cuts you off.)

NB: I want to define my sense of sentimental in the poll below. I specifically say sentimental and not "nostalgic" or "personal" or "fannish" because that's what' ( Read more... )

Having never gone to college, I find myself in this weird position of being at the end of my twenties without ever having really begun them. From when I was 18 until I was around 20, people thought I was in my late 20s. And then they started to think I was in my mid-30s, which I certainly didn't know how to discourage. I looked it; I was worn ( Read more... )

The great monster of cosmic terror must be circumstance. Circumstance is worse than fate because it is fate made immediate and manifest, it is utterly inescapable because it rests in the present moment. It isn't enough that there are unimaginable voids into which one can be lost, but the sinking feeling that one might already be within one is the ( Read more... )

Being 2.5-dimensional means that the walk from Brattle St. to Mt. Auburn St. is mostly an experience of being surrounded by trees. Some thought may be given to the pavement underfoot, but little to the sky. Going down Sparks St. is as green and pleasant as just about anywhere; wealth buys large houses covered and secluded and secreted by even ( Read more... )

From [[East 34th Street Heliport]]: [...] the aircraft is rated to carry 3,200 pounds (1,500 kg), but it was estimated to have weighed between 3,228 pounds (1,464 kg) and 3,461 pounds (1,570 kg) at takeoff.

I'm growing tired of the use of aesthetics to oppress and denigrate. In a class on Social Justice, Aesthetics and Mysticism this past January, I grew frustrated when we moved from idolizing and adoring all kinds of Latin American folk art to dismissing as kitsch and deriding as "bad art if art at all" Mormon depictions of Jesus. "Kitsch" seemed ( Read more... )

Poll I actually do want to ride my bicycle.

At some point in the last 5-or-so years, I completely forgot about a third of the lyrics to Stairway to Heaven. This is not at all like my relationship with Let All Mortal Flesh, which I am incapable of memorizing the second two verses of. (Probably because my favourite version of it overwhelms them with descant.) It's not like there aren't ( Read more... )