reaching toward the sun

Why I am great.

Just minutes ago, as I was walking back from class, I slipped and nearly fell on a patch of ice. I caught myself with what I'm sure looked like a remarkable feat of acrobatics or choreographed ethnic dance. At that moment, I had a vision that I was lecturing to room full of school-children. I said to the school-children "Children, do you know why I was so nimbly able to catch myself from falling? It is because I am the shit...Can you tell me why, children, I am the shit? I shall tell you. It is because I am so emotionally cold and ironically detached." I'm sure I was revered.

I realized seconds later, why I would recite the quality of coldness and detachment to a room full of school-children. It was because I had been up for over day, and was malnourished, which means I did not give a shit about anyone except myself, at that moment. I felt that I was, thus, emotionally self centered and very appropriately detached. Then I realized I how often I feel tired.

Think for a brief moment, and you shall realize that that is profound, but comprehensibly so.

In other comedy news, heres a sweet video of a police helicopter chasing a UFO. Yea!
http://www.livevideo.com/video/landing/59BEF7F73256489881DD2E9027AD2E4E/brighton-police-helicopter-chases-ufo.aspx

All night, all night

So, it is close to 8:30 in the morning and I am on the internet. Not because I am particularly fascinated with 'blogging' but because I have been up the entire night...again...for the fourth time in three weeks. I'm sure to some that is but a trifle, yet to me, it is quite an accomplishment. For the fourth time in less than a month, I have managed to keep myself awake for over 24 hours - and not partying and the like - primarily doing homework. Jacques Derrida and I spent this particular evening together discussing the deconstructionist and post-modern / post-structuralist musings of Angels in America. Enthralling, I know...but hey, its not a living, and has very little to do with any plans I might have for the future - including giving any substantial thought to deconstructionism after college. So, I'd say it has definitely been worth it. And, to kick, I'm not even done. I've got about 2 more pages to write and about 30 more pages of theory to swim through. I love college.

Just a thought - I considered earlier this week if they removed breast implants from someone's body when they die or leave them in. I asked around and the consensus was that they would be left in - for the sake of expediency or maintaining dignity, I do not know. But I couldn't help but picture what that would look like, years after the corpse began to decay. Its simple - bones and boobs. Funny and scary if you think about it.

Dice!

Oh, goodness.
Ejaculation!

This is a funny story I found about an off duty airline employee splooging on a passenger. Symptomatic of the American disease, if you ask me. Very sad.

But, its not often that people have the chance to do something like this, so I'd like to take this time to appreciate it for what its worth...Dude horny (check), woman sleeping (check), dude owning woman with his juice at 30,000 feet (check). Disgusting, maybe. Hilarious, yes. I wonder why it took so long for something like this to happen.

Begin.

Blogs are enigmatic. I never fully grasped the logic behind publishing one's intimate thoughts and feelings to the internet for all to see and scrutinize, and for some time in the future, ensure that you will not be hired by any establishment that has a working knowledge of the internet. Yet, blogs are very popular, and so I decided it was a good idea for me to have this. To be honest, its taken a significant swallowing of pride to publish a blog, but I will not ruminate any longer on the maladroit nature of internet literature; hence the picture to the right. (And blogs also happen to be free).

As someone who hopes in the future to pursue something in the creative vein, I've found that, personally, ideas have been the hardest thing to struggle with. Its not coming up with them, or event heir quality (although that can be
debated). It is rather persisting on them. Often times, I have ideas that I ruminate on for extended periods before developing them; but, the longer I wait to write them down, the more I hate them. I decided a blog is a good place to put ideas, and possibly receive some feedback. So...here is some empty space that I may fill with meaningful observations and links from my google homepage. See you in the blogosphere.


[Goodbye, indoor game playing, hello leisure revolution].