After reading Plato's Republic for the 3rd time in two years, I've come to realize that the first book of the treatise can be most aptly summed up by Jules in the diner scene at the end of Pulp Fiction ( Read more... )

I get the feeling we are misdirected

I get the feeling we have lost control

I've spent the past nine months searching for solace. I found heartbreak in January, dealing with the fallout of a past relationship- one which ended precisely because of my own selfish ignorance. The ordeal resurfaced when she took a trip up here to visit me (though it wasn't so much of a visit as it was her best effort in helping a friend ( Read more... )

today marks the one year anniversary of the suicide of my friend.

aside from that single saddening sentiment, life is surprisingly pleasant- so much so that i find myself incapable of expressing just how wonderful it all really is.

i hope ill be able to look back on all this one day and be able to remember what it was like.

If there is something that can mark a night extra-ordinary, it is that upon waking the next morning you express gratitude for having purchased murphy's oil soap ( Read more... )

I've pulled an Ernest Hemingway for the past ten days.  By Hemingway, I mean the mid-life version who smoked cigars and drank whiskey at tiki bars, challenged groups of husky drunken men to fistfights, and swooned naive young women with stories of love and grandeur. It's too bad I'm unable to be like the later-years Hemingway and possess any sort ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning thinking I had swine flu. Then I realized that the soreness of my body was a result of the running I had done the previous day.

I forgot that I had ran because I went out to a honky-tonk bar the previous night. In celebration of Cinco de Mayo, I got about as sloshed as a buckeye ought be on a Tuesday night. Unfortunately ( Read more... )

I've got too much to do, so much so that I've delayed the actual description of what I'm up to these days for another time ( Read more... )

I'm done with winter quarter and have no set plans for spring break. Possible activities include a road trip to Texas and/or Cleveland, a hiking expedition in West Virginia, fishing in Appalachia, or the continuation of my boxing regimen ( Read more... )

I just found out that one of my crazy roommates from last year (whom dropped out of school, moved out of the house, quit his job, started dating his drug dealer's wife, became a Jehovah's witness, od'd on mdma- but still regularly visited throughout the year to sniff whippets and play guitar hero) is now married ( Read more... )