It has been awhile ( Read more... )

Harry is Dumbledore's Horcrux! Harry mates with Hermoine and they have a threesome with Dobby and produce an offspring and can't tell if the scarring on the poor little child's face is because of Harry or a house-elf's genes! Seamus Finnegan has no penis but he and Dean discover alternative methods to have wild nights! Severus Snape is a half-blood ( Read more... )

The eve of my birthday, officially jumping into the twenties. Thoughts?

None really. Excitement has remained marginal. Expectations for the future? Plans? Hopes? Fantasies?

Vague, amorphous, limited. I can't say right now I am doing much of anything, physically or mentally. There are two me's. One is social, who emerges around 6pm every day when ( Read more... )

Alone again. Audrey has once again eluded my feeble attempts to hold her down. She's flown off four hundred miles north, soon to fly thousands of miles east. Or west. The direction is ambiguous: she's flying off as she must do by increments of hundreds of miles. Ten weeks, two months, seventy days. Just time, emptied of direction or flow. Think ( Read more... )

End of Fairfax stay. My parents are unique and superb examples of the term on an epic scale. This week has proven that I don't really need to have much to do in Fairfax to enjoy my stay, relax, feel welcomed and at home. But I did see since Friday most of the usual crowd. Ari popped up last night and I will probably see him again today for a bit of ( Read more... )

'The aesthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination. The mystery of aesthetic like that of material creation is accomplished. The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his ( Read more... )

'    He listened without sympathy to his father's evocation of Cork and of scenes of his youth, a tale broken by sighs or draughts from his pocket flask whenever the image of some dead friend appeared in it or whenever the evoker remembered suddenly the purpose of his actual visit. Stephen heard but could feel no pity. The images of the dead were ( Read more... )

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' That is how we do it in normal life, too: we could suppose we have been deceived by some evil genius, but in order to be able to move forward we behave as if everything we see is real. If we let ourselves go, if we doubt that a world exists around us, we will stop acting, and within the illusion produced by produced by the evil genius we will ( Read more... )

Living on, but wanting to quit my job.

Thesis proposal approved...well, needs a bit of cleaning up, but it's been rubber stamped. Welcome to the next year!

Long hours and heavy drinking lately. Really its just been to avoid work and with a full week next week I might have fucked myself. But I got an A on my 25 page research paper in the Kafka class ( Read more... )