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"[...]a vessel cleaving the dungeon of the waves[...]"
You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by
sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give
consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the
one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions
barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff
could get you killed.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Never miss a word
You're Infinite Jest!
by David Foster Wallace
While you1 consider yourself2 to be clever,
there are those3 who think you're just full of yourself or, perhaps worse,
playing a joke4 on everyone around you, and yet you are pretty sure that
you really are that brilliant after all, since people would hardly take the time to
get to know you5 if they didn't care very deeply about what you had to
say to them, to wit, about their lives, their hopes, their dreams, their fears, their
drug habits, and of course what videos6 they prefer to watch, since,
after all, your impressive vocabulary and tendency to go on and on7 makes
you seem superior, able to educate them, and really drive a sense of something
ineffable into their measly little skulls while you are not above making a cheap
gag or really going after anyone or anything or telling them about incredible
futures involving tennis, geopolitics, and
1Meaning you personally, not someone like you or your own
personal daddy, for example.
2As well as you can see yourself, which, frankly, may not be that well.
3Though we wouldn't deign to be so peripatetic as to name them here, mind.
4Jokes, though not common in Victorian England, were known to originate
sometime in ancient history, perhaps as early as the time of Babylon, or even before.
It is thought that the history of the joke plays an integral role in the mindset of
the characters depicted here, though you may disagree at this point, in which case I
am facing quite the dilemma in relaying this narrative, no?
5It is rather time consuming, after all.
6Ha!
7and on and on and on...
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're The Metamorphosis!
by Franz Kafka
Though you think you're in the midst of a dream, the fact of the
matter is that your life has become a nightmare. The nightmare at first seems
horrific to you, but you are slowly able to adjust to the facts of the matter
and settle down and make do with what you've been given. There are those that
would say you're pointless and absurd, but you're really just trying to
demonstrate that people can (and do) adapt to anything, no matter how absurd
it is. Not that this will really inspire them to change, because they probably
don't understand.
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
About Me
- Σφιγξ
- possesses wholly unmerited academic pretensions; examines love as an entomologist; collects haunted dollshouses; notes the lunar phase as regularly as the temperature; peruses field guides; reads like a serial magazine subscriptionist; functions through coffee and "mood" music; draws to the very corners of the page; takes notes on unlined paper; reads poetry as prayer; observes textual authority with the incredulity of fiction; suppresses the smart-ass answer(s); adapts as well as anyone beseiged by her own bibelots; she is a sensation seeker in spite of all of this.
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“I have often imagined the monster of sleep as a heavy, giant head with a tapering body held up by the crutches of reality. When the crutches break we have the sensation of falling.”
Sleep (1937) Hemi-Pantoum, Half Conceived
Sleep is the only suicide for responsible adults.
Dragging the big sooted bag of possibility
they schlep them to their various therapies, where
Shame, like a cipher, appears, comes naturally
Dragging the big sooted bag of possibility
dissected-frog-twitching-sparks in pitted collagen,
The lipreader privately elaborating to die happy, naturally.
But frankly, there is not much life in the time making
Lips speak ghosts meanwhile the unraveling collagen
Of the face, which is painfully striking during store hours,
billows as a parachute, making dreaming
The collagen impressed with the bedsheets; mine if I remember. I look particularly gorgonic without water and a late bedtime.
Water and avoidance of UVA and UVB light are my strategies.
"Vitamin C limits the damage induced by ultraviolet (UV) light exposure. Vitamin C is not a 'sunscreen' because it does not absorb light in the UVA or UVB spectrum. Rather, the antioxidant activity of vitamin C protects against UV-induced damage caused by free radicals (33). Vitamin C transport proteins are increased in keratinocytes in response to UV light, suggesting an increased need for vitamin C uptake for adequate protection (7, 8).
UV light decreases vitamin C content of skin, an effect that is dependent on the intensity and duration of UV exposure (4, 6, 34). In cultured keratinocytes, the addition of vitamin C reduces UV-related DNA damage and lipid peroxidation, limits the release of pro-inflammatory cytokines, and protects against apoptosis (35, 36). Vitamin C also modulates redox-sensitive cell signaling in cultured skin cells and consequently increases cell survival following UV exposure (37, 38)."
https://lpi.oregonstate.edu/mic/health-disease/skin-health/vitamin-C
The gen Z term is NATO, not attached to an outcome. That is what you are.
https://www.newyorker.com/cartoon/a23156
I bought a refrigerator with my name at a big-box store, and arranged delivery in fifteen minutes today. The hard part is cleaning the space where the fried one remains. If I am honest, I will state that the 2011 model's air intake for the condenser was not vacuumed of its cat hair for a few years; as was my wont, but I had other things to do.
I was mowing today with my lithium battery powered mower. I cleaned the house Monday.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53001/mowing-56d231eca88cd
I paid off the fridge, and I will keep the Home Depot line in case I need emergent appliances.
I like the lecture pictures of Aaron Clarey. Some of the choice ones are captioned
"The percent of marriagable women [photo of a bride and groom] - 'Now I can get fat.'"
"The economic efficiency loss of the day [B-12 bomber aerial]"
"Male minimalism: A real economic threat"
"Marriage: tradcons can't math"
"Collaboration with Nazis: 'Tee hee. It was just a phase"
"Making the best of the life I have left [photo of a wheelchair]"
"The rise of the corporate nun [Manga babe with nun habit and busting out cleavage]"
"Why Tiktok girls clap while talking"
"Men letting reality happen to women [photo of three girls talking a selfie in front of an oncoming train]"
Also, there is no need to be married as a gentile. Just follow the Noahide laws, and there is no need for ceremony or holy days that one cannot follow anyway.
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