Today I feel very plugged in, and not in good ways. I've been poring over books and the internet and more books all day, and I just want to look someone in the eyes, to dance around at parties, to draw in crayon and take a lot of pictures, to have an I-You encounter instead of the I-It that this paper writing bullshit business seems to bring. (And ( Read more... )

I just met with my Existentialism professor regarding the 15 page paper of death that I've been dreading all semester. I came in with the very amorphous thesis of "Well, I kind of want to write about something relating to Buber, but I don't really know what...sort of contrasting the different ideas of the I-You relationship in terms of hatred and ( Read more... )

I am hoping that it is not too atrocious a sacrilege that during "Angels We Have Heard on High" at Mass last night I couldn’t get “Ganja” out of my head. Thanks a lot, Bitch and Animal ( Read more... )

Define "Christian." Use as many words as you need and as many stereotypes as you want, so long as it is your own definition, one you personally find to be true. Be honest. Don't worry about offending me.

This evening I finished the Bhagavad-Gita, hung out with the Tankers I do not see nearly enough, and found a card taped into a notebook in Tank's lounge. The front of the card had a picture of a pig in a carpentry kind of contraption, and the printed interior read "If you're happy and you know it, clamp your ham!" but the inside was far more ( Read more... )