One of the reasons I particularly love reading modernist texts is because I can see the origins of certain words, practices, behaviors, etc. that continue in our contemporary culture. And today's reading of Nathanael West proves to be no exception ( Read more... )

It is always lovely to begin your morning with a fight with someone you love. The worst is over, I think, but I have been dealing with emotional aftershocks all day. I'd rather be repeatedly punched in the face than go through that again ( Read more... )

Despite the odd laws surrounding alcohol in this state, I've managed to keep myself rather drunk in my free time. I wouldn't say that its primarily because life here is rough (because it isn't much different than life anywhere else once you get used to the local pecularities), or because school is hard (which it is, but not in an unmanagable ( Read more... )

When you're as hung-over as I am, there's no better way to pass the time than by looking at random shit on the Internet, such as this little number...


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The problem, you see, with spending an evening drunk with a bunch of people is that now I can't remember whether the conversations in my head from last night actually occurred or whether they were part of my intoxicated dreams ( Read more... )

Bourbon hangovers always make me feel so alive...

...especially when I wake up, fully dressed, with no memory of going to bed, and without setting an alarm yet somehow managing to be awake right when I would have wanted to be anyway.