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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 wonder if anyone thought that Frida was betraying her coarse erotic wishes in this Saint Sebastian dream:
http://northtron.fuzy.org/mt/2008/10/14/frida-thumb-400x387.jpg
http://www.frida-kahlo-foundation.org/The-Little-Deer.jpg
"...Jaromil was living in the land of tenderness, the land of artificial childhod. We say "artificial," because real childhood is no paradise, nor is it particularly tender.
Tenderness comes into being at the moment when life gives a person a sudden kick and propels him to the threshold of adulthood. He anxiously realizes all the advantages of childhood which he had not appreciated as a child.
Tenderness is fear of maturity.
It is the attempt to create a tiny artificial space in which it is mutually agreed that we would treat others as children.
Tenderness is also fear of the physical consequences of love. It is an attempt to take love out of the realm of maturity (in which it is binding, treacherous, full of responsibility and practicality), and to consider a woman a child" (XIII, 112).
-Life is Elsewhere, Milan Kundera
The most intimidating thing about being with you is not that I couldn't support you or take care of you if something happened, but that my romantic dreams and gauzy Exercises suggest a life I am not sure I can produce on demand.
If I work two careers to realize the lifestyle we want, then I will be accused of not living up to my creative potential. Perennial issues, for some.
Exercise 91.
The same is true today.
I will fulfill my class obligations, take the final, and keep going on Exercise 91.
I felt very inconsolable this afternoon, and then I received a call that the check I sent for the swim club for the family had been received. Swimming late in the evening after work until 8 pm is planned.
The practicality and responsibility that I would take on with you would be aside from the things I do here. I think about that. I think about The Smiths's song, "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now" (1984):
"What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed"
Morrissey, ha!
Yes, I will continue.
I was reading about the history of Oaxacan mole, which so happened to be the entree while dining with Sharon and Walter yesterday evening.
https://www.alimentarium.org/en/fact-sheet/mole#:~:text=The%20origin%20of%20the%20most,Spain%20and%20Archbishop%20of%20Puebla.
Willie Nelson is 91, but he has stopped smoking weed. Allegedly.
Do you, or would you, smoke weed? It does nothing for me, personally. Last time I checked I was an adolescent in the back yard after midnight.
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