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Monday, December 21, 2009



One of the most eye-opening books I've read in a long time.
cultural criticism x gender studies.

I will never look at another 'collapsible woman' in the same way again.


Tuesday, December 08, 2009



crazy complex. i don't think i understood it.
but the columbine shooting was indeed stunningly frightful.


Wednesday, December 02, 2009



From Orphan Stories:

It's a good excuse, though, orphanhood.  It explains everything- every mistake and wrong turn.  As Sherlock Holmes declared, She had no mother to advise her. How we long for it, that lack of advice! Imprudence could have been ours.  Passionate affairs. Reckless adventures. Of course we're grateful for our stable upbringings, our hordes of informative relatives, our fleece-lined advantages, our lack of dramatic plots. But there's a corner of envy in us all the same.  Why doesn't anything of interest happen to us, coddled as we are? Why do the orphans get all the good lines?

From Our Cat Enters Heaven:

They aren't mice, said God.  But catch as many as you like. Don't kill them right away. Make them suffer.
You mean, play with them? said our cat. I used to get in trouble for that.
If they aren't mice, what are they? he said. Already he'd pounced on one. He held it down under his paw. It was kicking, and uttering tiny shrieks.
They're the souls of human beings who have been bad on Earth, said God, half-closing its yellowy-green eyes.
What are they doing in heaven then? said ourcat.
Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe.


Tuesday, December 01, 2009



Tuesday, November 24, 2009

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

                                            - vincent vanGogh

Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Knowledge is limited.
Imagination encircles the world.

                                            - albert einstein



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