Earlier this week, a friend of mine told me he thought I'd eventually be a "big conservative fucker" (Which is an odd statement, given that I'm practically a Communist). This was his conclusion following an argument we had about deodorant and whether it was natural to be repulsed by the scent of body odor. As far as I know, whether B.O. is ( Read more... )

Over the last three years (the time in which I began to truly define myself), I have experimented with various schools of thought: cynicism, pessimism, transcendentalism, romanticism, existentialism, socialism, communism, oligarchyism, optimism, realism... the list is huge. Indeed, my outlook has morphed many times due to my various, often ( Read more... )

After being interviewed by the American Legion today (as my Boys' State application), I began thinking about the military, and why some people insist on glorifying it. This quickly translated into wondering why militarism is so abrasive to me (on another level besides disliking killing). Upon pondering, I decided that I could support a war, even ( Read more... )

Recently, I journeyed to France (Nantes primarily) for a 2 week exchange program. While there I experienced/noticed many things, but today I want to talk about one thing in particular: Mass Transit and Public Space. Specifically, I will describe the European/French system and how it compares to ours. I realize this sounds boring, but bear with me; ( Read more... )

Alright, I need to make this quick because I have obligations to tend to ( Read more... )

Today I took two tests. One of them was a math test, which merits no discussion. The other, however, was about the Great Depression. Naturally, I perverted the prompt from "Describe the impact of The Depression" to "Rant about what a Big Stud FDR was. Fatty Stud." We all know about FDR's policies, and I'm sure none of you actually give a damn, so I ( Read more... )

Out of the bowels of a trip to Anaheim (one of those shitty cities in southern California) sprang a new relationship... again. I am back with my lady, Mandy Faddis. This is the third time, but now things are quite different, fresh. Some of you may think: "Wow... The third time... What a tool." Others may think: "Mandy, what are you thinking, ( Read more... )