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I am still alive.
Just busy. With work, and ambition, and thoughts about how there's so much I want to achieve in life.
And you know what? In the past two and a half years, I have achieved a lot. :) Much of it by surprise, not planning.
And now, a random hero. And oh, was I shocked to see him on the ten-dollar bill? (He looks so different on it.)
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BDSM!
Just look at the groin and tell me I'm wrong! Naughty Correggio.
Corregio: An allegory of Vice.
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Song for 2007, I'll run and roam, and Doctor Who.
I do love this song. It's my song for the end of 2007, I suppose:
Stowaway. Heard it on today's Doctor Who Christmas Special.
He said, “Borrow or steal,
I’ll find a way
To be with my lover upon Christmas Day
And I’ll run and I’ll roam
I’ll cover the ground
This Christmas I’ll see you
I’ll be around."
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Morning of the 29th, O Morning of the 6th.
Beauty. My concept of beauty is changing. Ironically, it changed this time last year, when my friends list was down to one!
I'm not talking about the beauty of a poem, the beauty of a painting, the beauty of a piece of music here. I'm talking about the beauty of the life of an individual (as in a biography, rather than their personality), the ( Read more... ) -
Fame
Just how important is fame, and being remembered after you die, to you?
I'm thinking about this. So much of what I've done in my life has been based on how I want my biography to look. Or the unwritten Wikipedia entry.
Fame after you die could be said to be meaningless. What difference does it make if people remember who you are? You're dead. You ( Read more... ) -
Change cannot be predicted. We must evolve, instead.
I am so eager to be changed, in opinions and personality, at University. I try to manufacture it. Yet, when genuine change knocks on your door, it's not something that can be predicted. It's like waking up with vinegar dripping off your back.
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The blood cracked the silence / and I don't take much.
It's so scary: acting. You suddenly become someone else, and for that moment, you lose yourself. You don't exist. And then, when you realize that, for a few seconds or moments, you didn't exist, it can scare you.
With great acting, you cease to exist. You don't analyze; you become your character.
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Talking about TV, again.
Just saw the Heroes pilot episode.
It was interesting. It reminded me of Lost: the diversity of characters with a common theme uniting them. And also - fat Japanese person aside - they are all normal everyday people ( Read more... ) -
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Hemingway first attracted me to Italy. I cannot remember which book it was. Or books. But he did. Cicero did the rest. ;)
(Some combination, Cicero the Wimp and Hemingway the Boxer.)
Why am I talking of Hemingway? Because I read an article about Cuba and Hemingway today:
Hemingway would not have approved if I had thrown up. No, he would have ( Read more... )
