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I am doing Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) this year, finally/insanely. I need novel-writing buddies. Let's work ourselves into a frenzy together! -
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I've been carrying around The Dharma Bums in my knapsack(incidentally: what?) bag ever since James' Mom bought it for me for my birthday. I haven't even cracked the cover open, to tell you the truth ( Read more... ) -
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Today, I went to the book store as a treat to myself (I am a dog and I give myself treats) and forgot to buy an Ernest Hemingway novel, again, for the thousandth time. I have only ever read "The Old Man and the Sea," how embarrassing. I did remember to buy a Joan Didion novel, Play it as it Lays, so the trip was not without some fruit. Also, I ( Read more... ) -
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The word of the day is epistemology. As in: I'm about to go listen to an iTunes podcast of some lessons taught by Glasgow University professor Dr. Stuart concerning Kant's epistemology.
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In an effort to, perhaps, combat the dourness and quiet desperation of my last post, I will say this for December: Both my Mom and Riana have been over this week for tea and talking, so everything's not all bad?
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Embarrassingly, all I've really done lately is make about one thousand paper snowflakes to decorate the house with. We (the atheist and the agnostic) put up our small fake Christmas tree the other day and I have accidentally peaked on my Christmas spirit for December and there's only been a week of it so far. This may be finals augured depression? ( Read more... ) -
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You'd never believe it, but I just finished getting another tablespoon of puss cut & sucked outta my tonsil, just like three weeks ago. Not only that? I also have to have emergency tonsillectomy next Tuesday because the odds are getting better and better that I'm just going to keep getting sick like this until I am tonsil-less. Maybe it's the ( Read more... ) -
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Dear Internet,
It has been a shitty couple of weeks. Just now, for instance, I went to the doctor to find out why I am still sick after having finished my antibiotics and he told me that I had an abscess in my tonsil, which he proceeded to cut open and suck a tablespoon of puss out of. Life can only get better from here. Now I am doped up and ( Read more... ) -
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In a stunning Postmodern moment this afternoon, my poetry professor referred to death metal and Langston Hughes in nearly the same breath.
Faulkner & lawnmowers, guys. This is what I'm talking about.
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Lately, all I can bring myself to listen to is 1960's French yé-yé girls. Françoise Hardy is my favorite, but I like France Gall as well and Chantal Goya is good in small doses (pre kiddie-song recordings) - plus, she was adorable in Masculin FémininToday is doom & gloom. Just walking through the parking lot at school today soaked my legs from ( Read more... )