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I was hoping for Iambic Pentameter (or terza rima), but whatever:

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled;Not prone to overstated gushing praiseNor yet to seething rants and anger, filledWith overstretched opinions to rephrase;But on the other hand, not fond of fools,And thus, not fond of people, on the whole;And holding to the sound and useful [...]

Ahhh. Lovely (albeit busy) weekend. I had class Saturday and Sunday (from 9:30 – 4:45 each day), so Valentines Day was postponed ’til Presidents Day (which is not actually Presidents Day at all, I’ve learned).
Brian and I rented a room at a seedy beachside hotel for Sunday and Monday nights (sure we live in San [...]

My saddest haiku ever (written entirely in jest):
A barren pathway
Indifference, hate and rocksalt
My heart: Dakota

The heart is truly an instrument de precision. My father’s Virtual 1221 is both a labor of love and a testament to the measurability our dreams can have at times.
In The Divine Comedy Dante’s words are weighted (no pun intended) by the wealth of detail he put into his stories. he describes, even down to [...]

This was advertized above my blog today. Made me larf:
http://www.stupid.com/stat/FSLP.html
So, for those of you who know of both my blogs, there will be some downtime over at the salon blog (http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/). My usual computer’s waiting on a new ethernet card (I’m goin’ wireless!), and until then, I’m on one of Brian’s computers, and no Salon-blog-acesss [...]

I saw this on a t-shirt when I was seventeen:
Unless you’re Buddist, death is forever.
At the time, it didn’t do anything other than make me laugh. My faux-wise cyncism, unjostled by life’s slings and arrows saw only humor. But there is a coldly succinct truth stated there: we are, each of us, only given [...]

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I’ve been thinking about cities.
Freud:
let us, by a flight of imagination, suppose that Rome is not a human habitation but a psychical entity with a similarly long and copious past–an entity, that is to say, in which nothing that has once come into existence will have passed away and all the earlier phases of development [...]

At the end of his play, No Exit, Sartre declares (vicariously) that, “Hell is other people.”
My familiarity with hell is entirely Dante-derived. And Dante (who, if you’ll recall was there and would know) portrays hell as a lonely, or at least self-absorbed, experience.
I’m not sure what to do with this. Perhaps I should off to [...]

So: depressing topic for the day
I was reading today about the columbine massacre (I warned you), and the struggle to identify some sort of motive. And as the author listed off the ususal suspects (video games, partents, trench coats Marylin Manson), I got to thinking.
Now what if this is the scenario: you spend your whole [...]