| elige la intensidad preferida |
[Jun. 22nd, 2008|09:40 pm] |
Am I still hungry? Let's see, I just had some soup and a few handfuls of cereal. What would go well with that? Some bread? Fuck it, I'm not going into any of these places. I'll just go to the library and grab something at Bagel&Deli on the way home. Do I know that girl? Did she just call to me from across the street? A tattoo and a cigarette. What the hell are all those kids doing outside the bookstore? Fucking orientation.
Another ginkgo tree. That's nice. Ash borers won't get to those. I dunno, I was already at the library today. What'll those people drinking outside Skipper's think if I walk back the other way? Are they laughing? I'm not lost, you know. Starbucks it is, $3.00 or less. Can't get a dirty chai for that. I hate coffee. Something with espresso? Tall cappuccino it is, whatever it is. Do I want a double shot, no charge? Might be too strong? Whatever. What's all this foam? Now I know. Fucking coffee. Too strong? How should I know? I never liked it in the first place. I think it's eating away at my stomach. I'll just read twenty pages. Why are these people running? Am I in high school again?
Shit, maybe if I go to the library I can mix in some chemicals from that bilingual coffee machine. That stuff's always rich. Gotta walk past Skipper's again. Other side of the street, I guess. A what? A Gotto? G-o-t-o-e. Get it out of my way. Someone could crush it. Why are you smiling? Ginkgo again. Slant walk. Will I mix it with hot chocolate? A double shot. I like to tremble with intense focus. This place should really hire me. I even look up the classification system of the Library of Congress. Assholes. Down the stairs. READ.
Study groups? Suckers. I wonder if it will fit. So much foam. Maybe there will be cups behind the counter of the abandoned café. Vending groans. So reassuring. What's in this thing? Chai tea? A bit redundant. Might be tasty. 70 cents? And I've been paying how much for my dirty chai? INSERT MONEY. SELECT BEVERAGE. SELECT STRENGTH. SELECT COMPLEMENTS. PRESS START. One dollar. Chai. Maximum. No complements? Bastards. Start. Whir. Looks okay. Pour it in. Fucking foam. Stir it down. Add some more. Needs sugar. Two packs, in the raw. Needs some more? Double up. Not too bad. I'll have to do this again. It's so much cheaper. Time to read? Write. Drink, and write. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2008|11:47 am] |
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So I was dreaming that my dad and I were playing a game of scrabble which somehow involved both the computer and physical tiles. About half way through the game I'm doing really well, and I hand him the computer for his turn. He takes forever, and when he finally says it's my turn, he emphasizes how badly he's beating me now. This is because he's taken about ten turns all at once and created a huge block of tiles. "What the fuck?" I wonder aloud. He says that he thought we were playing "bowling Scrabble," where you apparently take a ton of turns at once. A short discussion follows in which I say "fuck" a few more times and he tells my sister and I we might as well start celebrating the new year after he leaves for his exercise class. |
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[Jul. 20th, 2007|12:36 am] |
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when composing an important e-mail, I'm often paranoid that it will by chance be sent prematurely, even more incoherent than it will be in its finality or otherwise embarrassing. accordingly I often omit the address I'm sending it to for some time. once satisfied, I'll throw that in and hit "send." unfortunately, I often forget to change the "from" address from "lust.lard" to "runyanwb." oh man. |
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[Jul. 15th, 2007|10:33 pm] |
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som, IU deciuded to wriute an entry] becaiuse thuis kje]yboard ius so deluightfuill]y dy]sfiunctiuonal. uif only] UI had so,methuing to sa]y. |
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[Jul. 15th, 2007|04:34 am] |
tastykittens
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8m_98p72wkg
and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nKxPPx4SdY
adorablemangos |
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[Apr. 15th, 2007|03:20 pm] |
so I had this head, and I didn't know what to do with it. just a head. and then it came to me.
but now I have another head, one which is anchored by far more than a body. instead of whiteness it is surrounded by a room and a parking lot and a society. it is defined, scarred not by ink but by a history. it has traveled thousands of miles and—shedding its perpetually decaying surface—has left a particulate trail of omnipresence.
this head is a shifting capsule of pestilence. I could open it. but how?
it is a scolex. I could secure it to the host. but which host?
it is an explosion. I could contain it. but why?
it is an herbicide. I could stunt your development. but when?
I could fill it with creamed corn, seal the holes. let someone else open it again. someone who likes creamed corn.
I could peel away its many layers, eat them without remorse. they are low in calories. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2007|08:54 pm] |
Prioritize the unnecessary.
Defer reason.
Embrace inchoate absurdity.
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[Jan. 6th, 2007|03:21 am] |
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I have officially rated over 500 things on Netflix (this includes TV shows). Next stop: 1,000. Although I am convinced I have seen at least 1,000 movies, I doubt they're all worth rating. But eventually... hey, I just thought of five more! |
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[Dec. 24th, 2006|12:28 am] |
This closely resembles the model of my theological discussions at school:
"David continually quoted C.S. Lewis; Kevin contadicted himself logically in his zeal to defame God; Fat made obscure references to information fired into his head by a beam of pink light; Sherri, who had suffered dreadfully, wheezed out pious mummeries: I switched my position according to who I was talking to at the time. None of us had a grip on the situation, but we did have a lot of free time to waste in this fashion."
From Philip K. Dick's VALIS.
My roles may vary, but Alex is unfailingly Horselover Fat. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2006|01:56 am] |
There's something about this pile of books. Really three small, close piles here on my bed. Not to be confused with the piles on the floor or the table or the chair or the shelf. Those piles are all well enough. Their compositions widely vary, as do the ages and origins of their contents, with some of which I'm more familiar than others. Some I've read, most I haven't. I know I'll never read them all. Not because of their numbers. No, over the course of my life I hope to read many times the total quantity of books I've stored away here over the years. But I like the story they have to tell, about me. An aggregation of individual and collective interactions. Passing interests and less ephemeral ones. As significant as these reflections may be to me, they are ultimately limited to my own introspection. Cyclical. But not this pile.
Through these books I vicariously participate in a sort of transcendence. Here the roles are reversed and I reflect the book, but not alone. I am merely one indicator in the journey over space and time of these vessels of knowledge and amusement, solace and psychosis, my sole mark a due date. Or, if I am particularly daring, a comment or series of comments throughout their pages. But it is not anonymity that I find grandiose. Rather, I like to see on the inner back cover the entire history of each book, for there to be few enough entries there that I can truly feel a part of it. Through the sixties and the eighties to the twenty-first century. Today. While the other piles around my room are limited to the meanings I assign them, for those in these piles, in each departure from the ordered, sterile guise of a library or depository to a chaotic destination like my bedroom or between my hands, lies infinite possibility. As my eyes move intently over their pages, and as they sit in my room unread, I share the collective experiences of those before me and those to come. MAY 15 2007 is my identity, the only thing these books' future supplicants, and I hope they have them, will ever know of me. |
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| books! |
[Dec. 21st, 2006|04:11 pm] |
These books I will read or begin to read over break:
VALIS – Philip K. Dick
Dune – Frank Herbert
Islanders; and, The Fisher of Men – Yevgeny Zamyatin
The Dragon: Fifteen Stories – Yevgeny Zamyatin
Zamyatin: A Soviet Heretic – David Richards
The Faith of a Heretic – Walter Kaufmann
I also want to look into the philosophy of Martin Buber (Judaism/Hasidism/Zionism/mysticism/religious ethics) and Edmund Husserl (phenomenology).
Additionally I intend to complete The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals by Michael Pollan.
Last night I watched Borat, amusing, and this morning Waking Life, delightful and thought provoking insanity.
Consume more media! |
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[Dec. 21st, 2006|02:36 am] |
So, my CC final was apparently unimpressive but inoffensive, leaving me at a basic, solid B.
In KafCon I must have done something right. A B+ and I didn't turn in the prospectus which was 10% of my grade. Even the slightest loss of points would have had to take me down from an A.
NS, wtf? I pwned your worthless exams (1/6 of the grade combined) and the labs which were returned. Why the B+? Ah well.
SS, an A-. Okay, my final must have been decent.
IT, an A-. Yeah, I knew that, thanks to the 76 I got on the only essay we wrote. Hell, if we had written more I may have improved.
Srini fails. How do you get an A- in a class that consists of eating, watching movies, listening to rants, and discussion? I probably should have hung out with him more, but I have difficulty imposing myself upon others, even (especially?) when they adore imposition.
Thanks to my post-secondary adventures, I had a cushion of three A's and a B+, leaving me at a reasonably safe GPA (though I hate to have to moniter the thing). Although I have been partially raped, I ultimately asked for it. Then again, this isn't so terrible for a first semester. And for some reason I think 18 hours won't be a problem... when whether I can even recieve a grade for SPN 311 (what should be a relatively easy class) is in question. |
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[Nov. 26th, 2006|09:15 pm] |
I found this in my closet at school. It has been in a plasic bag underneath a paper bag underneath a suitcase for months.
So that's where all those mysterious closet flies were coming from!
Any ideas about what this may once have been? |
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| food fun... sort of |
[Nov. 26th, 2006|06:56 pm] |
Begin with one disgusting can of lentils and rice.
Dump part of its contents in a bowl and throw the rest away.
Heat and taste.
Add some curry powder and cumin. Taste.
Add some cajun seasoning. Taste.
Add some mango chutney. Taste.
Add some ketchup. Taste.
Add some cheese. Heat.
End with a peculiar tasting bowl of various things that, combined, are not necessarily disgusting.
Eat on heavily salted tortilla chips. |
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[Nov. 26th, 2006|12:48 am] |
So, yeah. How about those mangos.
Laura thought I should share...
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[Nov. 22nd, 2006|12:03 am] |
Thank you fresh burst tylenol sinus, for the minty goo that is dripping down my throat.
Way to make it MORE noticable. |
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| Awaken Your Jewish Identity |
[Nov. 15th, 2006|06:38 pm] |
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The latest society craze is to escape the melting pot and embrace your cultural heritage - so stop opting out and discover how Jewish roots can help you build a whole new FASHIONABLE PERSONALITY. (emphasis mine) |
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[Nov. 12th, 2006|03:24 pm] |
This evening I will venture into the home of my Kafka professor.
This is what he had to say when he e-mailed us directions to his house:
"When you see the rocket Asher and I constructed, I think you will intuitively understand why I alluded it to illustrate how we might think of writing less as a transparent medium for Meaning that originates spontaneously in one's soul, and more, instead, as an awkward, precarious, and really quite strange negotiation with exterior materials."
I love this man. |
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[Oct. 25th, 2006|02:07 pm] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lord_of_lard's Halloween party:
alto_2_amy gets drunk, strips naked, and somehow emerges dressed as an invalid.
androgynous_ken gets drunk, strips naked, and somehow emerges without a face.
bxtr dressed as Dick Cheney.
ditchinzimbabwe dressed as something neurotic, but what, specifically, you can't tell.
haloeight dressed as Jennifer Lopez.
holding_hands dressed as a capital.
kyrakitty dressed as a disturbing self-made character called "Skipper Toadpants".
mei_yanohi dressed as a pimp.
midara_mind dressed as the Viscount of Angerville.
piratequeenursa dressed as a bottle of calvados.
skip_the_great forgot to take his hormones!
slickidiot dressed as Howard Blanning.
supernightmaren dressed as Chester Cheetah.
yeah_itsme dressed as absurdity itself.
Throw your own party at the Hallomeme!
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