October 2010
7 posts
Diwali
I think I’m being honest when I say that only three books I have ever read I loathed. Two of them were classic high school selections with grand purposes and great expectations regarding ‘the potential to teach students something’ in ‘an accessible manner’. They were Tim O’Brien’s The Things They Carried and A Separate Peace, John Knowles’s opus...
Year of the Garnier Fructis Triple Nutrition...
Why am I so excited!? Well, I am SO excited because these are the classes I will be taking next semester:*
Thermodynamix;
Quantum! Mechanics, IInd;
Development of Math(ematics) (a.k.a., History of Human Logical Fallacies);
Advanced Writing: POETRY!***;
Advanced Writing: FICTION!;
Gender & Sex in Lit Studies—or—Prospecting 110;
Topix in Postmodernism****;
…thesis...
First-person Rant on Segregated Academic...
I am sorry for the current state of academia. And I mean this in two distinct ways: (1), in the sense of pity and (2), in the sense of apology and guilt, as I feel partly responsible for the nature of this ‘current state,’ one in which the modes of thought applied in the hard sciences must be seen as separate and excluded from those applied in the arts and humanities. As a sort of...
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Boy Will It Get Better
[Disclaimer: Been preparing this bit for some time now. At first I was really hesitant—not sure if it was artificial or, ‘God’ forbid, cheesy—but I felt a sincere sense of urgency. Something like this is important beyond my humble act writing of it.]
I’m gay and have never been teased, bullied, or harassed about the fact. Sometimes I wonder if this means I...
shooby doo: clockstoppers 2: the reckoning →
missmollymary:
A study came out last year about people who can get by on six hours of sleep a night; it had to do with a certain gene mutation, DEC2, that allows 5% of the population to have more efficient sleep cycles. Obviously this study validated a lot of those souls who believe they don’t have to sleep at all - members of the Warren Zevon “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead” think tank - even though,...
Heteronormative breach.
English class my junior year of high school was highly concerned with pieces of lit-Americana. Readings included Gatsby and The Sun Also Rises, some Gertrude Stein, Fred Douglass, and, for Molly, Norwegian Wood (if I remember correctly). She had a Jesus bag, or something. Our teacher adored two distinct ‘things’ or ‘ideas’ very clearly, but these were really the...
