Tag Archives: life

Getting older isn’t as confusing as getting older

[dis­jointed entry alert: sort of writ­ing this one on assign­ment, as it may be] People have accused me of liv­ing in the past. This is sim­ply not true  —  I just don’t appre­ci­ate the present until it’s become the past. I think it started when I was around 15. I have (had?) very few mem­o­ries of child­hood, so it makes sense that […]

The Sorrows of Young Whatever

Everything ever said about the rel­a­tiv­ity of time  —  be it seri­ous or jokey or wrong  —  is right. Short expanses of time can be unen­durably long, long stretches of time can pass by with­out notice, and now lasts for­ever while the past and the future never existed and never could or will. I whiled away last Saturday by sleeping […]

2009 was a pretty straightforward year

…accord­ing to last​.fm, any­way. my top 20 artists for the year: depeche mode pet shop boys brian eno coil the cure new order peter gabriel ein­stürzende neubauten the orb b! machine mus­lim­gauze the church cur­rent 93 and one front 242 de/​​vision the the project pitch­fork david syl­vian covenant part of me is a lit­tle let down that it isn’t […]

damn, it was a good day (micah’s end-​​of-​​the-​​quarter remix)

RIT has been whomp­ing my ass this year, and i respect­fully, glee­fully, doff my hat to it and wish another aca­d­e­mic year adieu (well, tem­porar­ily, as i’m tak­ing sum­mer classes). ergo, i awoke late today and had a great day. for two hours, i read the newest novel by my favourite author: good to be god by tibor fischer. […]

because i feel like enumerating

foods in my kitchen i have more than one vari­ety of: tea: 11 vari­eties mus­tard: 8 vari­eties hot sauce: 5 vari­eties knäcke­bröd: 4 vari­eties bar­be­cue sauce: 3 vari­eties (and tamarind sauce) hum­mus: 2 vari­eties a band i have never lis­tened to and i’ve always felt guilty about it: yo la tengo a band i have never lis­tened to and i’ve never felt guilty about it: pavement […]

he butled

well, now i can scratch it off my list  —  i met a man who was once a but­ler to the queen. tonight there was an event at school, a din­ner about eti­quette (as part of the busi­ness world). this fel­low, john bourdage, gave a talk and showed us which fork to use (essen­tially). through the com­bi­na­tion of my family’s con­stant dinner-​​​​partying while i was […]

the inspiration is too complicated to explain

love is like try­ing to har­ness the tides to power a printing press.

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