GO STEELERS! TALKIN' 'BOUT THAT XL VICTORY!

...AND PUTTIN' THE TROPHY WHERE OUR MOUTH IS!

that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!

Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol
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I am now sternly opposed to the romanticism of the persona of Hunter S. Thompson. I've been reading the multiple articles that Rolling Stone published about him shortly after his suicide (courtesy of my cousin, Joe), and as I progress, at an article a day, I gradually realize how necessary it is to aim the sights of his own semi-automatic ( Read more... )

what an amazing prospect how quickly we forget our past; the little nuances. isn't it a shame that more of us are not well enough acquainted with this blogging bit to write decent, detailed essays on how we feel as regular milestones of our existential progress? I'm afraid we never will. what will all the extraordinary little things do ( Read more... )

having just finished Merton's Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander I thought I'd share a few of my greatest revelations from it here, at least to order and, in some sense, preserve them in my mind. a side-effect to "sharing" in this manner is that, since the context of these revelations is very important, I am additionally burdened with the ( Read more... )

I am an official "Pep Boy." tell me this isn't the greatest irony known to mankind; I love it. yours truly works at the Pep Boys Automotive Service and Retail store in Shadyside Pittsburgh. it's the building right next door to my apartment, not more than a 30-second walk from my front door, much less a 20-minute walk from school. that's right, ( Read more... )

copy these instructions into your livejournal. list the books you're currently reading as well as the past five books you've read, in order if possible. if you can't remember exactly, just list five books you've read recently. then choose five or six other people to do this as well. see what your friends are reading ( Read more... )

a couple poems that point toward my recent-current state of being:

The Sun and the Moon

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heard the best poem that I've ever heard read in my reading poetry class today. Dylan Thomas' "Poem in October." it began goofily, like a Beefheart a cappella off Trout Mask. then, of a sudden, something caught me in the third stanza and I was near-swooning and near-crying through to the end; the way Thomas read it in the recording became, at ( Read more... )

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