Digitalia Columbiana

Kinesias also expresses the unity of men after he is really drunk and enters speaking in the lesser manner of the Spartans: "Hain't never seed sech a spread! Hit were splendiferous!" (109). This may imply that drinking has the power to unify.

Never fall in love with a poet
because poets know words,
all the right ones
know the intricacies of speech both written and spoken
how to punctuate an awkward silence as easily as they can fill notebooks
of formerly blank college-ruled looseleaf/
with roughly scrawled iambic pentameter lines
of all the things you never dreamed a person could say to you and mean.

boom! I was totally on board the MJ Express until the last few pages, when we detoured into finger rape.

One's experience of traveling through MacIntosh Hall can be understood as a purely spatial experience dictated by a drastic contrast between forward motion on this journey and retrospection on reverse motion along the journey.

I am busy hosing down Paundra, that hoary old carapace, when I hear the screaming. At first I tell myself it's just the wind. I've spent the whole day scrubbing seagull excrement with a Sisyphean fury, and now it looks like the storm is going to hit after all. Goddammit, I mutter to the smirking gulls. Never fails. As soon as I suds up these bitches, it pours.

Need to do more research on growing legumes. How much soil, how much water, how much sun?? Need to find an appropriate bacteria for the chosen legume. Need to go to a garden store!!

Finally a bear comes along and asks,
Bear: "What are you doing?"
Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat bears."
Bear: "Well that's absurd!"
Rabbit: "Come into my home and I'll show you."
Inside the rabbit's burrow. In one corner, there is a pile of fox bones. In another corner is a pile of wolf bones. On the other side of the room a huge lion is belching and picking his teeth.
The moral is:
It doesn't matter what you choose for a thesis topic.
It doesn't matter what you use for your data.
It doesn't even matter if your topic makes sense.
What matters is who you have for a thesis advisor.

What dress will I wear? What flowers will I order? How many kids will I have? What will I name them? For crying out loud, I was 5 years old!

Usually those who apprehend things with their intellects and concepts tend to exhibit the attitude that it is they and their intellects that are clever or special enough to have grasped that thing.

Please feel free to call me up (xxx-xxx-xxxx) or respond back to clarify or ask anything. I look forward to speaking with you soon.
Sincerely yours, I am
R------ D------
PS: See resume attached.

There is a strong current throughout Oedipus the King suggesting that fate somehow cuts Oedipus down and ruins his existence.

Note: This is not a wacky play.
Retard:
(He is slow but functional. He has dreams but is not overly sweet in his presentation of them.) In my opera there will be many little people. And they are running around and they are singing their songs. And they are very happy. They are very little people but they are singing their songs. This is my opera.
Composer:
(A little brisk.) That's great.
Retard:
I know that there are little people in your opera but the little people in my opera are smaller than the little people in your opera.

You notice every woman, don't you? I mean, every woman. Waitresses, wives, weavers, laundresses, ushers, actresses, women in wheelchairs.

I am so so so happy I got a seat next to you on the Kabuki Express, pal. I was complaining to Doug recently that because I'm pretty positive in general, I don't think people take my compliments seriously anymore, the way you can't distinguish dolphin syllables because they're all squeaked out in that high register.

Two omens: mare gives birth to a hare and mule dropped a foal with two set of sexual organs (What does that mean?)

Upon first setting eyes on Jean-Francois Millet's "Autumn Landscape with a Flock of Turkeys," I was overwhelmed with a sense of desolation. Before analyzing specific aspects of the work, I scribbled down my first impressions as a viewer: heavy, silence, sorrow, beauty, pain, somberness, loneliness, oppression.

In these similes the raw material of life being born is, in fact, life being killed.

You see, you can never ask a poet to tell you the truth
because to poets truth is subjective and reality is fluid
and what is
today
might not be
tomorrow
and probably wasn't yesterday either

When I see somebody studying particle physics, I see a system of particles, called a "human," looking at another system of particles, called a "book"….

Surprisingly we are able to deal with this complexity without going mad.
This hearkens back to the earlier point about prohibiting read meat and mandating annual colonoscopies. Life is full of wonderful things: ice cream and pizza, movies and books, economics classes, sex sunsets, trees, kids, video games, cats and dogs, sports, friends, not having a tube stuck up your butt.

See how the little boy has his hands facing down? That's called an "under-hit". But we're over-hitting too!!! We're also slamming, cherry bombing, and having tea parties.