There is so much one cannot say. Hurtful yet truthful things about people and programs and products. Being too honest means being mean, means putting oneself against the grain of the the majority... who THINK they should feel one way but who really either don't know how they feel or don't feel that way at all, but are too afraid to admit it and ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I was walking back from CTB via the Law School side route, which happens to pass by a frat house. Though I can't remember the letters, I remember a bunch of probably brothers standing outside the stony abode as if they had come back from a road trip or group outing. Two of the brothers were holding hands. It looked like they had just ( Read more... )

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"o paradigma do broto carioca; a moça dourada, misto de flor e sereia, cheia de luz e de graça mas cuja a visão é também triste, pois carrega consigo, a caminho do mar, o sentimento da mocidade que passa, da beleza que não é só nossa - é um dom da vida em seu lindo e melancólico fluir e refluir constante."
Translation:
'"the paradigm of the young ( Read more... )

As I was talking to MP today about song-writing, I reflected on the last poem I wrote, which happened to be an assignment in 11th grade American Literature. It was a spin-off (?) I guess you could say of Lucille Clifton's poem "Note, passed to Superman."

I googled the first line "Sweet Jesus, Superman", and actually found the whole 4-poem series of ( Read more... )

Aww man I can't believe this is still here! No need to state the obvious, as it is true for every one of my posts: There's always a gaping stretch of time between them ( Read more... )

 Been a while... Always has, right ( Read more... )

UGH!!! Interacting with some people just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Proverbially, you know what I mean. It's like no matter how much both sides try, it's nearly impossible to escape the inevitable awkwardness. I think there are walls of misconception surrounding both people, on top of the differences in communication styles. There are moments ( Read more... )

1. Tracy is wearing too much make-up today. By conventional standards, it is not excessive; by her own, her face looks a little too polished. It is over-compensation for being a butter-body. Yes, she admits she thinks of herself as fat. And not because of any societal pressures for women to be rail-thin nowadays, but because there is a disconnect ( Read more... )

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