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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 21:35:06 GMT

Rest and bedlam.
Those two contradictory creations of spring break.

There is no epiphany, only a gradual realization.
It's that time again.
Evaluation.

Ideas of essentialism?

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 18:25:49 GMT

" ... a world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness, ... two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder."

W.E.B. Du Bois - The Souls of Black Folk
"Of Our Spiritual Strivings"

"Partner"

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 03:44:56 GMT

I've joined corporate culture.
Congratulations?

Adultery isn't a crime.

Thu, 31 May 2007 22:01:45 GMT

Yes, yes, I know what you all think.
I cheated on my love. But you know what, I had good reason. I felt drained, dealing with the drama of this relationship non-stop. I went out, got drunk, and had a romantic liaison. I don't regret it now and I won't regret it if it continued. It wasn't me being a cheap fuck or anything like that. It was just... sparks.

New York, you're still my true love though.
Florida, I'll see you when I get mad at New York again.

P.S. - Soap opera stars are fucking hot.

Shiny treasure!

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 01:11:07 GMT

I was walking to the post office today when I noticed a shiny object on the floor. As I leaned over to pick it up from the dirty New York sidewalk, it moved. Thinking it absurd that a solid object would move without a push, I stood up and glanced around. One never knows when at the end of a practical joke. However, looking around me revealed not a soul. Unless you count the two old ladies with shopping bags waiting for the M15. I looked down again, expecting to see the goddamned shiny object. What do you know. It was nothing more than a gum wrapper.

As with all New York City mini-adventures (or perhaps adventures the world over), its easy to find something that bears closer inspection. You never know what you'll find. Most often though, all that's really there is a piece of dirt painted with no little gilt. Disappointments abound in this grand ole city and I, for one, am more than satisfied with a cup of booze, cigarettes, and chocolate.

The End of An Era

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 22:52:45 GMT

Rest in peace.
Roxy
1991-2007

Monday, February 05, 2007

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 03:10:35 GMT

Sometimes certain aspects of your life bring disappointment along.
You just pick up what you can and continue walking.
Yup.

Belated

Thu, 28 Dec 2006 06:01:58 GMT

Merries, merries.
I don't know what that means, but I'm sure everyone that reads this is smart enough to figure it out.
Even if I can't.

Do you believe that another year is coming to a close? Wow.
I felt like writing in here, but now I don't.
I just feel like driving myself into a mild sedation with liquor.
So good night.

FINALS!

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 00:54:47 GMT

Collective security dilemma?
Intransitive verbs in the fourth tone?
Slab-pull subduction zones?
Radical feminist lesbians?
Purity in "Rappaccini's Daughter"?

Finals are coming up and boy, am I scared. You know, if I had the same indifferent attitude that I had the prior year, I would've been dipping my head in alcohol continually the week before finals. But alas, adulthood [with illegal consumption of liquor, of course] is a heavy torch to bear. Who knew that I would start worrying about things so much more?

So regardless. I can't wait for the semester to end and finals to be over and done with; I still look forward to the next with quite a bit of forbearance and reluctance. Hunter College, look out. Vinny's coming back with a vengeance.

Excerpt from my future book.

Wed, 22 Nov 2006 14:07:29 GMT

Many times, people ask me whether or not I enjoy living in the United States. In the spirit of nonchalance, I usually answer no. It could also be from some skewed sense of rebellion. There are plans in the making of moving to the Netherlands and becoming an ex-ex-pat.

[Do the negatives negate each other?]

Regardless, I'm going to take the time here to express all the joy that comes along with being an immigrant. I mean, in which other democracy can one's backpacks be searched in public transportation access points. Or perhaps the good of the people touted by outsourcing jobs. Perhaps also in the way that giant corporations wouldn't pay the same wages to Americans that they pay to the people who make everything we use. Life would be awful unfair if the gap between the rich and the poor ever closed.

I'm too tired to continue going on in this vein. I must go out and show my love for this country by consuming massive amounts of useless consumer goods. And then maybe I'll go and take some Prozac.