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Saturday, June 25th, 2016
enlightenment strikes @ 10:34pm - Just keeping up to date
I just had a conversation about Bright Eyes and Dashboard Confessional.

I don't even know where to begin, but that's my impetus for posting. I'm not sure whether I hope that everyone has moved on from posting or whether someone sees this. Playing around with the buttons, I'm kind of insulted at how easy it's become to do things like LJ-Cuts and user tags but I suppose that's just a part of aging.

Love, miss, keep in touch.

current mood: nostalgic

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Saturday, March 24th, 2007
enlightenment strikes @ 03:20pm - Oh sweet god
When Tori Spelling was pregnant, she looked like a giant blue pumpkin.

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Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
enlightenment strikes @ 05:42pm
I just tried to do yoga.

I fell down.

I don't think I'll try to do yoga again.

current mood: embarrassed

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Monday, March 19th, 2007
enlightenment strikes @ 10:46pm - Late!
I suppose there's no reason not to pick up right where my last entry left off...this entry is about a month old (from sureaminrome ), but I've been really bad about keeping the two concurrent. I'll try to do the Sicily/Turkey update at the same time.

The Palazzo Altemps

This palace houses a significant percentage of the classical statuary in Rome, so naturally, Joanna and I decided to go there and have fun before we go there to "learn" with our Ancient City class. One of the parts that suprised me the most was that the museum staff will let you get mere inches away from the statues, allowing us to enjoy ourselves to the fullest. We will later learn that not all museum personel are so nice. It is a story better told through pictures, so I'm going to let them do the talking.


That Tuesday, it was off to Cosa, which set the new standard for field trip awesomeness (for the record, the scale runs from Obelisk Walk to Cosa). Though the sites we saw were nothing extraordinary, it was a gorgeous day in northern Italy, on a mountain by the sea. It didn't hurt that the Roman colony that we saw there still had a few buildings standing either.

My visit with St. Valentine

Our Thursday trip was dampened by rain and mostly underground anyway - we saw a couple of temples that are under the church of St. Nicholas Imprisoned. However, we did get a bit of a treat at the end when we went to the church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin, home of the Boca Della Verita (most famous for its role in the movie Roman Holiday) and, apparently, the relics of St. Valentine. Since it was, in fact, February 14th, they trotted out his bones and a bit of his cloak for all to behold:

It was weird, but in a "Cool, I'm seeing St. Valentine's decomposing skull!" sort of way.

Just for kicks, what's the best, least offensive way to keep warm on a cold, wet day?

Use the votive candles, of course!

The Castel Satnt'Angelo

was the site of our art history field trip that week because of a room that Paul III decorated in the mannerist style. For those unfamiliar with the mannerist school, some key phrases: complex, elongated, emotionless, and kind of boring. The building itself is amazing, though! Though it once served as the mausoleum of Hadrian, it was converted to a papal residence, and housed Clement VII during the sack of Rome in 1527 by Charles V. The building's current name comes from the reign of pope Gregory the Great - the legend goes that during a great plague, the Archangel Michael appeared at the roof of the building and sheathed his sword, ending the pestilence. Now, like most important buildings in Rome, it's a museum.

Those are all Bernini statues lining the Ponte Sant'Angelo - a closeup:

And finally, the view I'm going to enjoy when I finally get what I deserve and become pope:

The Campidoglio

After the Castel, we headed over to the Capitoline Museums, another one of the primary classical collections in Rome. Though we were there to see Michelangelo's courtyard and a few mannerist (ugh) rooms upstairs, we ended up playing with statues again. The courtyard used to house the statue of Marcus Aurelius (which survived the middle ages because they thought that it was Constantine), but now it's a copy because they've brought the original downstairs for restoration and protection. I could go into a lot of boring detal from the 100 pages of reading that we had on the Campidoglio, but I'll spare you and just post some pictures.


was less impressive than the trips from the week before - though it too was on a hill, it was a rainy day and we spent most of it inside a museum. However, that museum used to be one of the largest temples in the ancient world!  Not much remains of the original structure, but it still manages to impress. The mountain on which it was set looks out between two mountain ranges, and between the two, you can just barely make out the sea in the distance:

The real fun came when our professors were late finding us after lunch and we got to use the playground:

Palazzo Farnese

Our one full day art history field trip was last Friday, when we visited the Palazzo Farnese in Caparola, about an hour and a half north of Rome. This is where I want to live. The cardinal Alessandro Farnese, nephew (really grandson) of Paul III, built this villa/palace at huge expense toward the end of his life and spared nothing. He even carved out a six mile stretch of road leading up to the building so that he would have a more impressive approach and built an aqueduct which not only gave his building water, but also supplied the entire town. As I said, when I make my first, oh, 20 million (I'm not a greedy man...), I am going to build myself an exact replica of this building. You don't even get a sense of how amazing this place is until you see the backup palace.

That's all for now.

I'm fucking exhausted.

current mood: blah

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Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
enlightenment strikes @ 02:57pm - Oops, I've fogotten to post an entry in...forever.
This entry is two weeks old. Oops.

Yes, it's been a while. It would probably be even longer, but I need something to do while I'm praying  that the Italian washing machine doesn't destroy my clothing. It's probably in my best interest to update more constantly anyway, since I now have to cover two weeks worth of material in my entry.

Trying to go in roughly chronological order:

The Vatican Museums and the Sistine Chapel

A bit of a letdown, honestly. It would have gone better had our art history professor not spent close to an hour talking in front of a copy of Michelangelo's "Pietà," which happened to be by the gift shop in the Pinacotecca. Apparently, sometime in the early '70s, "a mentally disturbed geologist named Laszlo Toth walked into the chapel and attacked the Virgin with a hammer while shouting 'I am Jesus Christ.'" Cool! Unfortunately, as a result of the attack, the statue has been moved to a more secure location in St. Peter's, and our professor doesn't like the way that the light falls on it in its current location. So the plaster copy it was! While gawking at comments about all of the "Oriental" tourists who were going to "come at [him] with a samurai sword,"  we spent an hour tantalizingly close to Raphaels, Caravaggios, Sebastianos, and the Sistine Chapel listening to a dissertation on an imitation. Mutiny was considered, but the resulting carnage probably would have damaged the paintings. And nobody wants that.


From the chapel, Joanna and I hopped on a disconcertingly rickety train to go to Siena to celebrate our four year anniversary. Most of the rest of the Centro went to Florence, but we didn't feel like we were missing out on much; nothing good can happen when 21 people who are living together anyway decided to travel in a group. Besides, Siena is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been, from the medieval to and the . I also ate two of the best meals of my life at this tiny little restaurant off of the main Piazza. Anytime a meal makes you completely change the way that you think about something as simple as spaghetti with red sauce, you know you've done well. The second night I had wild boar at the same place (why mess with success?), which was just as rewarding. We spent all of Saturday sightseeing and shopping (Joanna bought boots, I bought wine). I would like to take this opportunity to plug the Lonely Planet series of guidebooks, seeing as they lead us to both the amazing restaurant and a small enoteca near the Duomo, where the owner spoke to us in very patient Italian, let us taste an enormous number of wines, and gave us a free bottle when we left! We were already purchasing three of the four DOC wines from the region, and he wanted us to have a complete set. An awesome end to a nearly perfect weekend.

Latium, Nemi, and Cicero's villa.

Heading back to school after that weekend was a struggle, but we had some decent field trips to make up for it. Last Tuesday, we went to Latium, Nemi, and some place on top of a hill to see some early Latin sites, including the legendary grave of Aeneas. In Nemi, we visited an old temple to Diana (incidentally, a popular hangout for neo-pagans for them to do whatever it is that neo-pagans do. More on this later) where we learned about all of the weird stuff that the priesthood got up to. Only a runaway slave who had taken sanctuary in the temple could become the high priest or "Rex Nemorensis" (king of the wood) - but to assume the position, he had to kill his predecessor. It was fun stuff, although I didn't get any pictures of Lake Nemi, which is also called "Diana's Mirror" because my camera ran out of batteries. I replaced them on the second half of the field trip when we went to see a couple of Caligula's "Pleasure Barges" these things were enormous, . Finally, we went up to see Cicero's villa at the top of an enormous hill, which felt like a bit of a pilgrimage for me. Appropriate for Rome, I suppose.

Forum Romanum and the Mamertine Prison

Last week was also the week of my joint oral report, which constitutes something like 10% of my grade for the Ancient City class. Three guesses as to with whom I worked. We did a report on the Mamertine Prison, where people like Vercingetorix, Jugurtha, Sejanus (played by Patrick Stewart in I, Claudius), and the Catiliniarians were taken to be strangled. There is also a legend that SS. Peter and Paul were kept there during Nero's persecution in 64 C.E., which means that the space is remarkably well-preserved since it holds the shrine of St. Peter in Carcere. Naturally, we gave an amazing presentation. Our report was a part of our first trip to the Forum Romanum, which holds things like the Arch of Titus, the Arch of Septimius Severus, the Curia (where the Senate met), the Temple of Castor and Pollux, and basically everything interesting and ancient in Rome that isn't the Colosseum.

Santa Maria del Populo

Last Friday's art history class involved the Chigi Chapel in the church of Sta. Maria del Populo right inside the Aurelian Walls. Apparently, its best known to contemporary readers from Dan Brown's Angels and Demons, but I've never read it and I never plan to . There was a tour of middle-aged Scots outside the church while we were waiting for our professor (he was an hour late because the Italian bus workers went on strike [you know, just to pass the time] that morning) who signed up to be lead around the city based on the sights Our Hero sees throughout the course of the novel. There were a few cool things there, but since we mostly just hung out in the Piazza del Populo, there's only one good picture:

It was hard for me to get this, because the priest in charge didn't want pictures taken, but this is an icon of the Madonna and Child supposedly painted by St. Luke. You can tell that it's authentic because it's glowing.

This past weekend was fun, but that's a story for another day - my laundry is surely done by now and I've got to put it in the dryer (with the requisite sacrifices to the laundry gods to see my t-shirts through to the end of their journey) before dinner. The next update will come more quickly, mostly because I don't want to have to try to recall two weeks worth of events again.

current mood: amused

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Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
enlightenment strikes @ 04:52pm
x-posted to sureaminrome

Until further notice, all entries will be posted from Joanna's computer. My laptop is dead forever.

So...after a relatively easy flight (especially after China), I landed in Rome on the 21st exhausted but excited. Joanna and I split a too-expensive cab to the Centro from the airport and after unpacking, I promptly fell asleep for 5 hours. The first week was spent in a general orientation to both the program and the city of Rome, the culmination of which was the now-infamous "Obelisk Walk." There are 13 extant obelisks in the city of Rome and the program's directors set aside last Wednesday to see them all (lest we feel shortchanged, they also took us to see the place where another one used to be. Mussolini swiped it from Ethiopia during World War II, but after much debate, the Italians recently returned it.) The whole walk was, according to a pedometer one of the professors was wearing, 13.2 miles. I'm not one to complain, but...oh wait, I am. The walk wouldn't have bee so bad were it not for the 35 mile per-hour wind gusts combined with a steady drizzle which was punctuated by the occasional downpour and hailstorm. Though we went into the occasional early Christian church, there were very few times when we weren't outdoors, and I think that fully half the group came down with something. Needless to say, once we got back we made a straight line for the eneoteca down the road, where Theodoro (a close friend of the program) provided us with vino to warm us up during dinner. I suppose the trip wasn't a total wash though.
I did get some good pictures out of it.Collapse )
On Friday, art history class, which covers the Renaissance through the Baroque in Rome, was a welcome respite (if only because we spent a lot more time indoors - the weather was miserable again). We went to see see the church of San Pietro in Montorio with it's tiny tempiettoCollapse )-  and Villa Farnisina, a palace outside of the ancient city in Trastevere which has some work by Raphael. Unfortunately, because photography destroys the art work, I wasn't able to get a lot of pictures.

Over the weekend, a few of us went to see the national art collection, which isn't as extensive as one might imagine because many of the most important pieces in Italy are in The Vatican (where our art history class goes on Friday!) and the Villa Borghese. Still, there were a couple of cool pieces there, including

a portrait of Raphael's mistress, by Raphael:

this famous picture of Henry VIII:

and a few overly violent Old Testament scenes:

We also went to see a football (soccer, calcio in Italian) match between AS Roma and Siena. Newly decked out in our Roma gear, about 20 Centristi descended on the Stadio Olympico to cheer on the boys in red. Roma won 1-0 on a goal in the 61st minute from Vucinic (his first goal in the top Italian league), whose jersey I had purchased before the game. Clearly, I have impeccable taste. Most of us also got scarves, some of which read "I hate everybody: Milan in Flames, I hate Juventus, Lazio is s**t, there is only Rome." It felt Harry Potteresque, but with a more adult flavor. Nobody died in the crowd insanity, but someone did come close to getting hit by a firework. For the next game, we plan to lear all of the songs and chants that the crowd recites during the game so that we don't feel like idiot Americans.

A couple of picturesCollapse )

After that eventful weekend, yesterday we visited a series of Etruscan tombs outside the city. The weather finally cooperated, and the sites were gorgeous. Most of the pictures speak for themselves, so I won't say much. The first place we visited was on a hill about an hour and a half north of the city, which housed about 25 tombs of Etruscan aristocrats from the 7th-5th century B.C. While the tombs were wonderful, it was the view from the top of the hill that was really spectacular. After an hour or so of poking around musty shafts, most of us opted to picnic at the top of th hill instead. The next place was even more beautiful. The Necropolis at Caere (or Cerveteri) houses the tombs of some less-affluent Etruscans. The location is picturesquely overgrown, and the tombs, though somewhat dilapadated, are fantastic.
Pictures of Etruscan stuffCollapse )

The Vatican is on Friday, then Siena or Florence for Joanna and my 4 year (!) anniversary this weekend. I'll update as soon as I can wrest the computer from her again. Ciao!

current mood: chipper

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Sunday, January 21st, 2007
enlightenment strikes @ 01:34pm
I'm in Rome!

This keyboard is funny!

There are a lot of churches!


current mood: exhausted

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Friday, December 22nd, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 05:40pm - OMG CHINA!!!!~~*~~
I'm going to Providence tomorrow and then flying to China by way of Chicago on Sunday.

I'll be there for a couple of weeks with limited to no internet access.

I'll be back on the 6th of January with pictures.

And hopefully without any infectious diseases.

current mood: worried

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Wednesday, December 20th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 09:37am
So after spending the entire semester under the impression that I'm taking my Adorno class pass/fail, I go to see my Latin grade only to find out that I am  taking it for a legit grade. Oops.

current mood: shocked

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Monday, December 18th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 06:44pm - Also! A reminder.


I would also encourage you to buy this t-shirt.

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Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 11:38am - This'll make Philadelphians happy...
I thought this was just somebody trolling on the Daily Jolt, but as it turns out...


Terrell Owens tried to kill himself with painkillers.

Well...uh...that was surprising.

current mood: busy

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Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 02:03pm - Keith Olberman is brilliant
From the end of his show last night:

And lastly tonight a Special Comment on why we are here. Half a lifetime ago, I worked in this now-empty space.
And for 40 days after the attacks, I worked here again, trying to make sense of what happened, and was yet to happen, as a reporter.
And all the time, I knew that the very air I breathed contained the remains of thousands of people, including four of my friends, two in the planes and — as I discovered from those "missing posters" seared still into my soul — two more in the Towers.
And I knew too, that this was the pyre for hundreds of New York policemen and firemen, of whom my family can claim half a dozen or more, as our ancestors.
I belabor this to emphasize that, for me… this was, and is, and always shall be, personal.
And anyone who claims that I and others like me are "soft", or have "forgotten" the lessons of what happened here — is at best a grasping, opportunistic, dilettante — and at worst, an idiot — whether he is a commentator, or a Vice President, or a President.
However. Of all the things those of us who were here five years ago could have forecast — of all the nightmares that unfolded before our eyes, and the others that unfolded only in our minds… none of us could have predicted… this.
Five years later this space… is still empty.
Five years later there is no Memorial to the dead.
Five years later there is no building rising to show with proud defiance that we would not have our America wrung from us, by cowards and criminals.
Five years later this country’s wound is still open.
Five years… later this country’s mass grave is still unmarked.
Five years later… this is still… just a background for a photo-op.
It is beyond shameful.

At the dedication of the Gettysburg Memorial — barely four months after the last soldier staggered from another Pennsylvania field, Mr. Lincoln said "we can not dedicate - we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract."
Lincoln used those words to immortalize their sacrifice.
Today our leaders could use those same words to rationalize their reprehensible inaction. "We can nto dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground." So we won’t.
Instead they bicker and buck-pass. They thwart private efforts, and jostle to claim credit for initiatives that go nowhere. They spend the money on irrelevant wars, and elaborate self-congratulations, and buying off columnists to write how good a job they’re doing — instead of doing any job at all.
Five years later, Mr. Bush… we are still fighting the terrorists on these streets. And look carefully, sir — on these 16 empty acres, the terrorists… are clearly, still winning.
And, in a crime against every victim here and every patriotic sentiment you mouthed but did not enact, you have done nothing about it.

And there is something worse still than this vast gaping hole in this city, and in the fabric of our nation.
There is, its symbolism — of the promise unfulfilled, the urgent oath, reduced to lazy execution.
The only positive on 9/11 and the days and weeks that so slowly and painfully followed it… was the unanimous humanity, here, and throughout the country. The government, the President in particular, was given every possible measure of support.
Those who did not belong to his party — tabled that.
Those who doubted the mechanics of his election — ignored that.
Those who wondered of his qualifications — forgot that.
History teaches us that nearly unanimous support of a government cannot be taken away from that government, by its critics.
It can only be squandered by those who use it not to heal a nation’s wounds, but to take political advantage.
Terrorists did not come and steal our newly-regained sense of being American first, and political, fiftieth. Nor did the Democrats. Nor did the media. Nor did the people.
The President — and those around him — did that.
They promised bi-partisanship, and then showed that to them, "bi-partisanship" meant that their party would rule and the rest would have to follow, or be branded, with ever-escalating hysteria, as morally or intellectually confused; as appeasers; as those who, in the Vice President’s words yesterday, "validate the strategy of the terrorists."
They promised protection, and then showed that to them "protection" meant going to war against a despot whose hand they had once shaken… a despot who we now learn from our own Senate Intelligence Committee, hated Al-Qaeda as much as we did.
The polite phrase for how so many of us were duped into supporting a war, on the false premise that it had ’something to do’ with 9/11, is "lying by implication."
The impolite phrase, is "impeachable offense."
Not once in now five years has this President ever offered to assume responsibility for the failures that led to this empty space… and to this, the current, curdled, version of our beloved country.
Still, there is a last snapping flame from a final candle of respect and fairness: even his most virulent critics have never suggested he alone bears the full brunt of the blame for 9/11.
Half the time, in fact, this President has been so gently treated, that he has seemed not even to be the man most responsible — for anything — in his own administration.
Yet what is happening this very night?
A mini-series, created, influenced — possibly financed by — the most radical and cold of domestic political Machiavellis, continues to be televised into our homes.
The documented truths of the last fifteen years are replaced by bald-faced lies; the talking points of the current regime parroted; the whole sorry story blurred, by spin, to make the party out of office seem vacillating and impotent, and the party in office, seem like the only option.
How dare you, Mr. President, after taking cynical advantage of the unanimity and love, and transmuting it into fraudulent war and needless death… after monstrously transforming it into fear and suspicion and turning that fear into the campaign slogan of three elections… how dare you or those around you… ever "spin" 9/11.

Just as the terrorists have succeeded — are still succeeding — as long as there is no memorial and no construction here at Ground Zero…
So too have they succeeded, and are still succeeding — as long as this government uses 9/11 as a wedge to pit Americans against Americans.
This is an odd point to cite a television program, especially one from March of 1960. But as Disney’s continuing sell-out of the truth (and this country) suggests, even television programs can be powerful things.
And long ago, a series called "The Twilight Zone" broadcast a riveting episode entitled "The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street."
In brief: a meteor sparks rumors of an invasion by extra-terrestrials disguised as humans. The electricity goes out. A neighbor pleads for calm.
Suddenly his car — and only his car — starts. Someone suggests he must be the alien. Then another man’s lights go on.
As charges and suspicion and panic overtake the street, guns are inevitably produced.
An "alien" is shot — but he turns out to be just another neighbor, returning from going for help.
The camera pulls back to a near-by hill, where two extra-terrestrials areseen, manipulating a small device that can jam electricity. The veteran tells his novice that there’s no need to actually attack, that you just turn off a few of the human machines and then, "they pick the most dangerous enemy they can find, and it’s themselves."
And then, in perhaps his finest piece of writing, Rod Serling sums it up with words of remarkable prescience, given where we find ourselves tonight.
"The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices - to be found only in the minds of men.
"For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own — for the children, and the children yet unborn."

When those who dissent are told time and time again — as we will be, if not tonight by the President, then tomorrow by his portable public chorus — that he is preserving our freedom, but that if we use any of it, we are somehow un-American…
When we are scolded, that if we merely question, we have "forgotten the lessons of 9/11"… look into this empty space behind me and the bi-partisanship upon which this administration also did not build, and tell me:
Who has left this hole in the ground?
We have not forgotten, Mr. President.
You have.
May this country forgive you.

current mood: awake

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Thursday, July 27th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 06:01pm
Today, upon getting home from work, I wrote a song for the first time in a very long time.

I'm glad that most nights, the most productive thing I can do is sit in my room and strum the guitar. Now I can actually play it in a way that doesn't completely embarrass me.

current mood: amused

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Monday, June 26th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 01:50pm


current mood: anxious

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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 04:14pm
This struck me coming back from my Beckett class this afternoon:

Does one have to be differently abled to compete in wheelchair sports? It seems as if a lawsuit that would make political pundits ejaculate is just around the corner when someone who is a bit more of a douchebag than I am decides to compete in the New York Wheelchair Marathon. Or has someone tried this before?

I would imagine that it would come more naturally for someone who, by necessity, spends their time in a wheelchair, but I see no reason why, with the right amount of training, someone normally abled could get up to that level.

current mood: inquisitive

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Saturday, January 21st, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 09:49pm
Tomorrow I'm going back to school. I should be back sometime around 1, but I'm not entirely sure that we're going to leave when my dad says that we will.

I feel funny.

current mood: funny

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Thursday, January 19th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 02:34am

I fucking love this show.

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Tuesday, January 17th, 2006
enlightenment strikes @ 07:04pm

What a lame-ass attempt to immitate Facebook.

It's a silly word, too.

current mood: cold

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Saturday, December 10th, 2005
enlightenment strikes @ 02:08pm
Gotta love academia: Batman Begins deconstructed by some blokeCollapse )

As of Monday, I need not be so stressed.

current mood: cold

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Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
enlightenment strikes @ 01:23am
Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In November I put money in serenius1221's expired parking meter (14 points). In May I put gum in bocco's hair (-12 points). Last Friday I caught a purse-snatcher who stole plugin56's purse (30 points). In August on a flight to Bangladesh, I stole the emergency flight information card (-40 points). In September I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points).

Overall, I've been nice (318 points). For Christmas I deserve a Lego set!


Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:

Goddamn right.

I respect John Stewart not because he affirms my beliefs or because his political commentary is particularly strong, but because he can talk to anyone. He can talk to Jimmy Carter about woodworking, Bill O'Reilly about politics without slitting the bastard's pompous-ass throat, and Kira Knightly about how fabulous her rack is with the same degree of composure and charm. One day, I hope to be half the conversationalist that he is.

Next semester, I'm taking courses that involve learning facts, and I couldn't be more excited. I don't have a decent fact learning course this semester, and I think that's at the root of why I feel like crap right now. I've had a lot of theory this semester. Actually, that's putting it mildly: except for Latin, everything I've done has revolved around contemporary theory, which in addition to being enormously depressing, leaves one questioning whether he has learned a damn thing in his semester's worth of books, papers, and exams. Fortunately, next semester should make up for it: I've got a history course on the Byzantine Empire, Music Theory (which at this point is more fact based), more Latin, a course on Samuel Beckett for which I am super excited even if it might delve into some heavy theory, and something called "Politics in the Courtroom," which just sounds fun.

Basically, this semester has shot its load, and it's time to have some pillow talk and hope that the next time can hold out for a little while longer.

But hey! Rob Corddry is coming on Friday and that's pretty cool.

current mood: tired

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