tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102418792012-02-05T16:18:49.783-05:00and other odditiesDennis Thelonianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18199030811725596668noreply@blogger.comBlogger2361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10241879.post-5800783235783668142010-05-23T21:21:00.003-04:002010-05-23T21:39:56.863-04:00

This post's occasion is graduation and the prod is Andy Jiang, but the body belongs to John Cheever:"The parturition of a writer, I think, unlike that of a painter, does not display any interesting alliances to his writers. In the growth of a writer one finds nothing like the early Jackson Pollock copies of Sistine Chapel paintings with their interesting cross-references to Thomas Hart Benton. A

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All lives follow their own curves. What we know is that they are bound by two minimums, when they begin and when they end. Each life follows a distinct trajectory, but as a rule they trend according to genre. For figure skaters and varsity cheerleaders, peaks can come tragically early. For intellectuals and world-movers, the rise can be much more excruciating, the fall more sedate. This can

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Overfed on poetry. Thinking I have an elegance of line. Please forgive.Ran five gasping, disjointed miles this morning. Winter finally came out of left field, about a week after I wore a T-shirt out. The cold is palpable, like sludge. Sinks into your joints, eats your lungs alive. And then after the first mile or so, everything is all right. The fiery little lump of your pounding heart sees you

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My addictions of the year, in no particular descending order:Coming to terms with being fabulous.Carb-counting; I counted a lot of them.Running like the wind in a box.Books, words. Did you expect something different?Writing somewhere else. Wouldn't you like to know.People, because they're fascinating, even when they can't do math.Being alone, because people bore me.Rationing the truth.Vaguely

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I think I still have two or three readers left. Miss me? To be quite honest, these days I'm saving most of my syntactical butchery for something substantive, some kind of literary orgasm that will rock all your worlds any day now. That I haven't written in this space often has little to do with lacking time; I just watched Con Air, for chrissakes. It's like the process of composing sentences,

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Gender roles and watering holes, how you dog me so. It seems that for weeks now every other place I find myself in -- IHOP at 5am, my Google Reader -- I'm being followed by talk of relationships. Talks of boys and girls, how they are this and the rest are that, what he should do for her, how he should be such and such and she should be a big rack, or something.The perfunctory way my peers address

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Last night I sat with a friend in a bar over a Tom Collins or four and fretted about reckoning, the moments where you realize that you're quickly slipping off the Updike/Fischer/Lyman track of meteoric personal success. Not my proudest moment, I'll admit. But credit to my chosen aspiration: how did I make lemonade out of an evening of lemon lamentation? I wrote about it.I've never worried too

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On this fifth day of chronic downpour, I started thinking about umbrellas.The umbrella I currently use is a medium-sized generic job I bought on the spot in a Duane Reade one day, during a horrible, rain-soaked forty-minute sequence when I got a phone call I didn't want, ran into someone I was desperately avoiding, and discovered that my umbrella was broken. It's sturdy enough, sufficiently

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Usually I'm a big fan of coming back home. All the ironically pleasurable negatives - the stifling weather, the endless fields of quickie McMansions, the dead-empty streets at eleven o'clock - are comforting somehow, a reminder that sometimes I'm less big-city nerdcore rocker than Nebraska-raised farm boy, and that this was a nice long stop in the middle.This time it's different, no idea why.

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Rainy days are best countered by waking up early. It's contemplation time. Tea time. Get some work done time. Well, some of that was true. Bob Dylan time. That's definitely true.For all the phantasm we craft, planes trains spaceships anthrax and all the rest, cloudy skies and drizzly windows make us all moody and gloomy. The essential life-giver from the sky saddens me. Come again?And they say

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Just as college is a time in which one bumbles and fumbles through scores of fake friends and failed love affairs, it is also hopefully a time in which one hacks through that gauntlet of party shots, jungle juices, and light beers to discover something truly meditative, something a little more nuanced. For the festive and light-hearted at heart, maybe a sangria or a nice rosé. For the

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What does it mean to be negative, cynical, skeptical? You could say that there is an objective truth somewhere in front of your human eyes and human feelings - some don't, I do - and say that the various colored additives that are mixed in before you open your big mouth and have an opinion make you an optimist or a pessimist. Do you think that the world simply is the side you see, glass half

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People tend to know me as a huge technophile, and it's true - for me a day without a computer might as well be a day spent in an iron maiden. But honestly? Like, honestly? Sometimes I think the only thing I would really want to do is go somewhere like here with a few of these. Then maybe one day, while gazing at stars I'd never seen before, like these, with enough divine inspiration I could write

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Can the young write about being young? Literature and thought otherwise tends to be the domain of the experienced; David Foster Wallace, lamented as a lost young figure in the world of writing, commited suicide at the age of forty-six, which is just cosmological decades in the future for infants like most of you and me. Youth to those who have passed it is a bygone era of oversexualized

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Why do work hard and pay your dues? So you don't buy a Camry because you can't afford something else. So why do you damn the track and take big risks? So you don't buy a Camry because you should.

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This morning, I was running some water in the kitchen sink to let a dirty bowl soak for a bit. During this, I also ran the faucet into a cup , which I drank. I didn't die of ebola or anything. The developed world is truly a place of wonders.

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Watching snowflakes fall by my window on the eighteenth floor. Huge, chunks of icy fluff. Looks like an an angel was caught in a jet engine. Really, really just gorgeous.

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In the primary building of the College of Arts and Sciences, a tired and decrepit squalor of a place because of that particular school's perpetual student overload and funding underload, the line to the elevator runs two-wide the length of the building during peak class times. There is a stairwell available, and I have used it every single day, as have a good number of other people. However, as I

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So, I log on and realize it's been two and a half weeks since I've posted something. What a blur, how did that happen? A look at the side menu here shows my post counts by year. Is there something about college that makes time run faster... or is it growing old, perhaps? I remember the attitude back in the day - "damn, haven't posted since... Monday!"Maybe there are more important things in my

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Money is meaningless; you can't take it with you when you die, and who says you need much of it to be happy while you're alive? Making a name for yourself is also meaningless; are you going to care after you're gone? In fact, all forms of success seem pretty pointless; you could probably be happy with much less than you're shooting for.But could you? The need for success is baked fresh, right

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I went out at around eight tonight to get groceries from across the street. It was a crisp 40 degrees or so, the coldest it's been this season. Does anyone else get this distinct smell of winter? It smells of... Christmas somehow. There's something really evocative about the smell of winter, like it's my Proustian madeleine or something. Dead branches and crunchy leaves. Freeze-dried air and the

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2am, starting to study for a midterm that's in 12 hours while listening to The Decemberists. My transcript and my Last.fm are collective evidence that this is what a good chunk of my life consists of. Thinking back on it, there's good reason I've loved this band more than anything else since the junior year before this - big words, love of the picaresque/pastoral... it's a wonder I survived the

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All the Hope I need is in that picture right there.

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Being happy with life will only make for more tears when it's gone. Better to be never content, never idle, always running. That tiny, ephemeral moment of joy after the fulfillment of one goal and before the weight of the next - that is the only true, unfettered pleasure in life.

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"I am convinced that when a man tells a woman he loves her, he only means he desires her, and that the only perfect love in this world is that of a father for his son."Words written by Enzo Ferrari, founder of the eponymous supercar manufacturer, five years after the tragic death of his son.

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Thanks a million to everyone who did or wish they could show up at our play. We filled the (admittedly tiny) house, people claimed they loved it, and copies of the script and our video recording of it are sure to follow quickly for all of my friendlies.The next two weeks before classes start are a time for the usual attempts at being productive when no real deadlines are around. That means

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While learning how to use the Bloomberg terminal, I hit upon an awesome function known as DINE[GO]. What it does is bring up a restaurant review and listing, complete with user reviews and commentary.This user review for Kobe Club, a restaurant I've actually been to, best exemplifies the lifestyles of investment professionals, who use Bloomberg for a living."PICKED UP MY 'SCORT AND ROLLED IN MY

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The tie dimple is a thing of brilliance. Some say that it's an unnecessarily picky detail, that you're the type who carries around a pocket calculator and probably has an adenoid disorder. True, there is something anal-retentive about insisting one's tie has a dimple at the knot - I definitely do not think it is a stringent necktie requirement. It is, however, a sign of attention to sartorial

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Do what you're good at, be good at what you like, like what's in demand. If you manage all three, don't forget to count your blessings.

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We live in a world of nonsensical facades. Everyone's special. It's what's on the inside that matters. My favorite band was awesome until they became popular. The biggest problem, though, in my insulated universe is that presumptuous unmentionable, Money. It's because I'm spoiled. I'm sure the average minimum-wage jockey, son of a long lineage of coal miners, has no problem admitting to his

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When I was eight, I was going to be Bill Gates. Forget the children of middle America, with their always-smiling families, copious supplies of toys, and derogatory variations on my name. One day, the closest those yokels would get to Dennis the Menace - aka Orange Tang - would be the cover of Forbes. But then one day I moved out of the middle of Nebraska and realized my ability to read chapter

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Corporate Barbie is not necessarily a looker. In the age of equal opportunity-at-least-in-name, she has no need for tantalizing hemlines or hints of midriff. What she must be, though, is posable. A short, waifish thing with thin lips and tied-back brunette hair, she keeps her hands cupped together and her feet touching as she stands, nymph-like, in front of a powerpoint slide. She speaks steadily

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There was an enormous ball of fire. From the epicenter flew strings and energy, which combined to make protons and neutrons and all that stuff. These clumped into atoms of hydrogen, which grouped into trillions and trillions of really big clumps of hydrogen that began to glow red-hot. Around the lucky ones grew smaller balls of molten rock and gas.Though there were billions and billions of these,

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Every day I look at people and am just disgusted by the sight of them. It's not their appearance - always - but their carelessness. Joe is such a dumbass. What sort of negligent universe allows such ignorance to continue receiving essential nutrients? Jane couldn't fit her ass in a wheelbarrow; you can tell she's not happy with it, either. How did she let herself get like that? Did she inherit

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Top of the heap, whether it's a heap of cash or street cred. I refuse to be stuck in some middling, actuarial hell.

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I toured the New York Stock Exchange on Friday and the feeling of wealth is overwhelming. Nearly everyone in Stern studies finance, and you're always told that it's the most lucrative major and the most well-regarded one in the school. What they don't tell you up front, Mr. and/or Miss Graduating High School Senior, is how doing anything else for a living is like chewing cement hoping to find

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No thoughts on life. So, thoughts on not-my-life:Give credit where it's given. Harvard's new financial aid package is exactly the kind of move befitting a university with the assets to lead the way in transforming the way colleges do business. A warm, hearty round of applause.The race for Most Dubious Presidental Name Ever has just found a worthy contender in President Mike "♥" Huckabee.Did you

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There is alternately too much and too little to write about these days. How can one remember to babble away in a little digital corner at times like this? Life is a hollow, jubilant, and bitterly tragic surrealist production on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, respectively.Pranay Angara was either everything I wasn't or everything I was afraid to be. A quiet, isolated eccentric with a love for

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This, for the record, is what I get out of reading ESPN:At Least Harvard Hasn't Demanded a Seat on the G-8 -- Yet: According to last week's Wall Street Journal, Harvard's endowment is up to $34.9 billion and Yale's has risen to $22.5 billion. To put those numbers into perspective, the Harvard endowment now exceeds the gross domestic product of Sri Lanka or Kenya and the Yale endowment exceeds the

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I was running a high fever. Shivering all over in class. Hazily stumbling across Washington Square. Ghastly stuff. Having trudged through class as one would traverse a cloud of mustard gas, I limped to the bus. The journey from 713 Broadway is a glimmering treasure chest of opportunity. Nowhere else can you meet so many new and fascinating people and stare awkwardly in complete silence, lest you

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They stood on some far-off hill. Her heels anchored her in the grass as the wind tousled her summer dress, as it was wont to do during moments of great significance.He had been looking forever for a way to say it, and now he had it. The words gathered at the tip of his tongue. She tensed a bit, awaiting the killing blow.There are times, he thought, when only the native tongue does the trick. It

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You know it's summer and you're neurotic when you shrug off a lack of social engagements with "No thanks, I have liquid consumption goals to meet anyway."

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I've been on a Beatles binge lately with my discog all blaring and stuff. I think once upon a time, they were a band that I had listened to for a while and promptly put away, almost overwhelmed by the reverential air and popularity placed around them. Only recently have I been able to come back to it and somewhat objectively appreciate their seminal magnificence. In the end, their popularity is

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Yes, it is just like me to not post for two weeks and return with nothing original. Still, these are my favorite words ever written in the name of the struggle of Man, and the implications of it carry far past some four letter C-word my friends - regrettably - toss around like peanuts. More on this later, after I figure out how to avoid assassination by half the goddamn planet."Nothing inspires

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Home is a two-story McMansion surrounded by identical McMansions in a new development on the north edge of a suburb divided into a perfect grid by six-lane streets divided by tree-lined medians, three malls, and five Wal-Marts.And I am home.

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I think there are some of us out there who really, really need to find their niches. They are simply inconsolable without them. There's a place in the world for men and women, white and blue collars, but only one place for them. It could be teaching, or writing, or painting; hell, it could be stockbroking. Whatever the dream, there is a want and a need for people in this world who refuse to be

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I could drop dead at any moment.Really, the most optimistic thought I've had in weeks.Humans are instinctive, fearful beings. We adamantly adhere to superstitions, uncertainties, and a million different insecurities that go so far as to fundamentally shape the people we become. One of our greatest fears, second only to public speaking, is Death.Makes sense, of course; all things being equal, I'd

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These could be considered "fine honies," I'm told. They tell me that striking a pose has, incredibly, become its own end.There are three kinds of people in the world: people who are fashionable, people who think they are fashionable, and people who think the whole business is the most inane, vestigial experience some aristocratic biscuit could have ever conceived.We all aspire to ideals. The

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Jesus Jones, it's been two weeks, and this is what I update with.

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True, it was a conspiracy. Conspiracy is such an ugly term, though. It implies subversiveness, duplicity, and a general desire to secretly enact the will of a few. This, however, was in no way an act against the wishes of the people. After all, most people would take most any measure in order to save the world, religious fanatics excepted; it is often said that the faithful, ironically, would

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You are ugly and mean and awful. You are all ugliness and sex and flowers and other disgusting things of that nature. Don't you understand that I want to be rid of you? Be ridden. Be someone else's and begone.

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I started this blog with the promise that I wouldn't write about myself. You would never hear about trips to the mall, or how I totally ran into so-and-so at some party, along with some shoutout or whatever. I think that strictly speaking, I've kept that promise. Writing about world issues turned out to be a crapshoot, but I like to think that nobody wanted to hear about that anyway. I also like

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Note: Not everything I write is fiercely personal. You knew that, right?This is the stuff of it,The muddy, ugly truth of it.The pressing, crushing weight of it,Such that the heart may scarcely tolerate it.This is the sun that shines to Life;Warms to Joy;Burns to Death.This is the phantasm that sparks the soul.This is It - this, that, Him, her, all of it, more of it, none of it.This is realism,

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sunrise tulips whisk me away dot the hills fluff my eyes color the coast find me my room show you my brain shivers like a schoolgirl down the stairs in the park on the bench with her hands on the wheel of time to plant the seeds to light the streets to bring me there.

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The hilarious part is that for once, I wrote something fabulous. I think it is, anyway. I can't post it here. It's a confession of sorts. Honestly, if the only time I can approve of my writing is when I bare my soul in some indecently uncomfortable fashion, I'm going to quit writing right now.Of course, it's related to something that nobody this side of 2004 will care about. It's funny how

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I think many people - I do, at least - have an odd attraction to pushing buttons. They're just cool. Given that, I frequently find excuses to use computers. Call it pleasurable motivation.In this vein, Google Calendar is an enormous specter of mine, my digital Big Brother. Each aspect of my life is its own, uniquely colored calendar. I log purchases, so that my total weekly expenditures - totaled

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I'm having Adrian Wooldridge's children. As soon as I lose some weight by cutting out honey mustard and cheese out of my diet, anyway. Also, I have dry skin.See? Descriptive and concise. Take heed, Xanga jockeys.

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"The Purple Bottle" by Animal Collective is the greatest teenage love song of the 21st century.That's honestly the only thought I've had so far today.

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There is a sort of camaraderie involved when I discover a classmate is a fellow Stern student that I find to be the least desirable brand of brotherhood imaginable. All sorts of contemptible topics of conversation become fair game, as if doing a task for payment implied enjoyment. Why would you chit-chat with me about finance? Why would you do that to me? Did I sleep with your sister, or

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It appears that the most definite statement I can cobble together concerning my life is that I currently feel incredibly, eternally something.Your absolute somewhat-salvation is at hand. Waffle to and from the Light, and be wholly grazed by His intense neutrality.I suppose feeling ambiguously emotional is acceptable, so long as someone else finds things to be just as arbitrary. Someone, of course

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To say that all beliefs are arbitrary proves to be liberating. You don't awake to find yourself in a meaningless world, simply one where the Truth is yet undiscovered; every new day brings the potential for you yourself to be mankind's true messiah, or, at the very least, your own personal Jesus.I'm convinced that there is some truth out there. Something more, perhaps not. The only proper demand

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Merry Christmas, everyone I can remotely tolerate.

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I've done so much talking in my life - on the phone, to a face, to a piece of paper - I often wonder if I'm capable of anything else. The problem with being a talking head is, no one can hold your hand.

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Only after you've lost everything are you free to take it from everyone else. The ambiguous and the arbitrary are dangerous entities. They liberate you, empower you, embolden you, and all those other things your mother wanted for you but sent you to business school to learn. Self-destruction is a farce, and charity is a form of self-destruction. The will of the elect is the only thing that may

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"Ultimately, I decided that all women are either asylum patients or faceless philistines, and that the moment I find one that is neither, I need to marry her."I've always hated people who paste random quotes, but sometimes it's just perfect.

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Have you ever felt like you were preordained for suicide? I doubt anyone ever interpreted the poor soul bleeding out with a Mach 3 in a bathroom stall as being part of the Lord's plan.

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It's embarrassing to admit that I got the idea from a combination of the new Grey's Anatomy and a Star Wars novel, but where did we conceive of the idea that referring to one's self in the third person is a sign of an inflated ego? Surely, far more than one's own name, the word "I" speaks of a certain expectation that the individual represented is of some note, and that his proper name should

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Every morning I force myself awake and, fresh from the brink of peace, I am dragged to class. In return for my loyal service, the library's elevator doors always open in twos, and their simultaneous chimes always compose a dissonant, cacophonic wail. If I had my druthers, I think, I would hire someone to tune them at least once a month for the sake of courtesy.

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There was a fire alarm. Drill. Thing. Just now.Life is a bleeding house of glass in my bleeding hands.I just realized, I sigh far too often. I should be screaming. Loudly.

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Another quintessential New York City moment: reading about a cool new store opening in this month's GQ, and going to it. I have a new scarf, and I am very happy.Happy Birthday, Lisa!

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Those other superhero douchebags may have superstrength, or superspeed, but I have the incredible power of superfluity.

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"I am George."

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Others can attest to the fact that I've never been a huge stickler for grammar, but come on, people. Commas, hyphens, subject-verb agreement... god forbid, semicolons. The world has too many problems in Darfur alone to need your self-aggrandizing, cockamamie, I-can't-figure-out-a-fucking-independent-clause-but-fuck-the-prof-if-I-can't-get-an-A-in-writing-the-essay bullshit. Get lives, people.

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I've been like a fountain recently, or a fountain pen, whichever happens to be more apt. And if ambiguity is your thing, then you're in for a treat. Today, though, is a repost. Not because I want you to gaze upon my diction and despair, although you're perfectly welcome to. This repost is here, simply enough, because I needed to reread it.----Sometimes life is good. Not great, but good. At its

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It's late. My trusty fluorescent desk light is on. Say what you want about the sickly green-white tint it bathes everything in. I think it happens to be a perfectly iconic modern-life allegory.My roommate is asleep. Julia called him completely unremarkable, but in the grand scheme of things, his or anybody else's life matters just as much as mine. Sometimes, that's a tough pill to swallow. For

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I've been reading Leaves of Grass. Something about the themes of nature and peaceful self-realization, two things I have no concept of, irks me.I've been watching Grey's Anatomy. It is terrible, but for forty-odd minutes, the only semi-conscious inkling that crosses my mind is how Meredith is really kind of anorexic. Bratty, too.I've been cranking up my speakers a lot. Drowning out my thoughts,

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Sometimes the city lights die, the cars fade into the distance, and the teeming millions return to their abodes, humble or otherwise. At these times, all I have to go by are the dim fluorescents and the humming of the music, a whisper on an echo on a hint in the mind's eye. No friends, no family, no love of a life long since lived. Sometimes, I find, these moments are the sweetest.

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(Due to Blogger being a dirty bastard late last night, I'm posting this from a Stern Scholars meeting. Fight the man.)Sigur Ros has an odd effect on me. Those screwy avant-garde, whale-song melodies leave me speechless, heart beating more regularly than it ever does otherwise, head pressed to the table, ears pressed to the sound of the bass, working hard for every last tick and harmony.There is

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There is something undeniably intoxicating about a place that forces you to consider how you ever were or ever could be happy anywhere else. There is something irrefutably attractive, then, about a place that causes you to be unbelievably content, regardless of how infintely amazing or awfully disappointing those around you seem to be, or become.There is this odd, creeping glow coming from

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"Today, Apple announced the new iPod nano Red: Special Edition 4GB MP3 Player for $199.99. With your purchase, Apple will donate $10 to (PRODUCT) Red, a fund to help purchase and distribute anti-AIDS medication in Africa."You heard it here first. Now, anyone who has one of the non-red new iPod Nanos values the color of his or her MP3 player over the fighting of AIDS and the saving of human lives

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...did I think that my response to anything would be, "Whatever, I have a midterm to study for."

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"But oh my love, though our bodies may be parted,Though our skin may not touch skin.Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow,I will come on the breath of the wind.""My girl, linen and curls,Lips parting like a flag all unfurled.She's grand, the bend of her hand,Digging deep into the sweep of the sand."Really, really superb. I can say with some measure of confidence that nobody ever made the

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Valencia!I'm giddy. Can you see me gid?

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Who?Plano, Where?Boston, Here I Come.

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Abject poverty never looked so good.

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(Click for full size. You really can see my house from there.)

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I got my phone from younevercall.com. That turned out to be more ironic than I already figured.My half-assed ability to half-write is making college way too easy. The word is still out on learning anything.Well, I did learn one thing. Hair straightening is a bitch. All for you, baby.Three weeks deep into the football season and the only spread I'm worried about doesn't involve sports. Gambling

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I sit in my room, back propped against my lovely cinderblock wall under my lovely Campbell's soup poster. I really wish they had tomato, but I settled for old fashioned vegetable. The sun is rising in the distance. I've got my clunky headphones on, listening to Daydream Believer, waiting for my homecoming queen.Coming out of your shell can be expressed in numbers. Nine pounds. 3.825. That elusive

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I'm sitting at the museum, staring at a Cartier-Bresson. God, spontaneity is beautiful. I'm in my uniform - black hoodie, dark jeans, chucks - sitting on a bench across from the photo. A girl sits down next to me. Red hair, brown eyes, black hoodie, dark jeans, chucks. Takes a photo of the photo, a small smile forms at the corners of her mouth. She walks off into the Herzog & de Meuron exhibit. I

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Yes, I realize this is like a month late. Yes, really.Abacus is one of "those" restaurants. Situated on a rather nondescript street corner on McKinney Avenue, the elaborate exterior and even more elaborate valet queue let you know that this place is hot, and that all sorts of power brokers and Texan elite dine inside, caring little about the food and everything about the symbolism.Just imagine if

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In a life marked by indifference, it's probably appropriate that this is the most I do to mark my birthday. Could I be more apathetic? Meh.Thoughtful reflection on the past year, how I'm a year wiser? You'd want that, wouldn't you?EDIT: Yes, I did it the night before. Sometimes you don't anticipate waking up two hours before classes start. You guys are great, though. Classy bunch.Guess the "

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Some brief flashes of narrative:At the baggage claim in New York, a Mac Pro and a 24-inch Samsung LCD monitor went around the conveyor in circles, unclaimed for the half hour that I stood there. Somebody apparently thought that "FRAGILE" in thick red Sharpie all over both packages would stop any harm from coming to a $2500 computer and a $1500 monitor. On a baggage claim conveyor. In New York.

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Somehow, through all the tears and rejection and regret, I'm supposed to feel as if I've been improved. Forged through adversity... again. Bettered by trial by fire... again. At some point, picking up the pieces and the consolation prizes stops. Seven Days. Doesn't just come over the phone via ghoul. So much emotion wrapped up in two words and a decrementing number. Beginning. End. Something in

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This is critical, guys. The fight to save the internet, AIM... everything. Oh, and the fundamentals of written English as we know it.The battle to rid keyboards of the Caps Lock key has begun. Mass genocide of the key and its users are the only condition I'll accept. Or cash money in my mailbox.The CAPSoff CampaignAnd with that, two consecutive news-related posts are quite enough.

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Remember those good old U.S. News and World Report college rankings? The ones we poured over, obsessed over, fretted over, and basically made the be-all and end-all of the value of academia as a whole? Before purchasing the online version, you must accept a 2,912 word disclaimer, which happens to include the following gem:"U.S. News does not warrant or make any representations regarding the use

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Sometimes life is good. Not great, but good. At its essence, though, who wouldn't prefer Good? Great is a bundle of fireworks flung into the sky. Exhilarating, astounding, exhausting, ephemeral. Good is a warm, creeping mass of... well, Goodness. It spreads from the pit of your stomach to the corners of your cheeks. They may give a sympathetic frown when you utter "good, but not great," but pity

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"Even a youthful individual such as yourself recalls the founding of the Centeron, but the process began long ago. Primitive algorithms, such as programs to manage water flow to your sinks, or the timing of traffic lights, brought sweeping, invisible symmetry to life. Of course, now that we have a brand and a logo, you protest. However, the roots are deep. What the Centeron represents is the

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I don't know which one rocks harder, that there is a legitimate catagory of music called Shoegaze, or that it happens to kick so much ass. The ears have been opened. Soaring guitar chords and nymph-like vocals are the wave of the future, dudes. Divinity lies in sparkling vocals and ethereal, enveloping harmonic progressions.Anyone up for a show in NY sometime? Come on up, it's my treat.Also, I

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I said I would catch up on my writing this summer, but it seems preposterous to assume that it'd be a good idea to for a quantum leap in my imagery and Syntaxical Sophistication right before I dive headfirst into a whole new life. The last time I wrote about a mystifying girl on the subway, I was sitting right in front of her. Repeating the feat while sitting here at Java & Cha hardly seems

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