today was gray and cool, it made me think about writing. but that's all i could really do, think about it. i opened up a few stories, did some editing, but couldn't put down anything new. then i wanted to read something flat and stupid, so i read the article in vanity fair on gisele bundchen. she's irritatingly happy, by the time i got to the end i ( Read more... )

um. so. that was fairly easy. mildly stressful, but its all done now, and i've sort anticlimactically landed back here in shelton. i'm bored, which shouldn't be surprising, its cold in this house, and when it gets dark it gets fucking dark because we're surrounded by woods and mom and dad have switched to energy efficient bulbs which seem to be a ( Read more... )

so i'm home for the weekend. it feels vaguely surreal, like i've entered some suspended reality, and its hard to believe that things will go back to normal - whatever normal is - on monday. or late sunday. whatever. the rooms seem gorgeously lit and white and clean, even though i know they're nothing of the sort. so strange. anyway, i've been ( Read more... )

i had a very interesting, elaborate, dark and sort of scary dream this morning. it was fantastic, but i remember very little of it, even when i had just woken up. it had something to do with some religious organization that camped itself out in the woods somewhere and the demonic sacrific of a mass of naive young adults. there was some harry potter ( Read more... )

you know, my dad has always liked anderson cooper, used to watch his show regularly, and i'm sure he still would if he remembered to. and it's not just watching a news show, its attachment to this figure. its quite personal, i know my dad likes anderson cooper in a way that he would like to sit and talk to him about anything. i understood why...or ( Read more... )

if you place a toad in a pot of boiling water, it will immediately leap out again. but if you put a toad in a pot of cold water and turn on the heat, it will just sit there, constantly adapting to its worsening environment, until it boils to death.when i read this in the article on the gaza strip in vanity fair, it reminded me of something recent ( Read more... )

this day isn't a normal day. i can't believe how strange it has been to live it. of all people, my dad is usually the one who brings me up when i feel bad about these things, the man who is effected by it the most emotionally out of our family. i guess he knows how to deal with it now. i considered calling home, but then realized i didn't really ( Read more... )

i want to commit myself. to make something that is mine. so i've decided to really get back into "blue." of course i'll have to wait until this week is over, or perhaps until after finals. i can't wait.

i read an article in vanity about the author of 100 strokes of the brush before bed, melissa panorello- an italian eighteen-year-old who ( Read more... )

it always has troubled me how america has no philosophers. there's no american born man or woman who has a position today like voltaire or montesquieu had. mjk is probably one of the closest things to a modern-day philosopher the u.s. has ( Read more... )

not that i would distill any of the obvious importance of this day. but honestly, i can't say i care that much, or i don't want to care. either one works for me. everyone does things in their own way. some people like to raise enormous american flags and wear red, white and blue. some like to honor the dead in massive, extensively long ceremonies. ( Read more... )