In the Wild Duck, Ibsen has his characters recognize the metaphors they represent and it makes the whole thing feel quite cohesive. It would be as if Eilert Lovborg, in "Hedda Gabler", belonged to the Dionysus fan club, modeled his life after the god, and recognized the role he plays in the play. It seems a little forced at first, yet we, in ( Read more... )

(Binghamton, NY) With origins traced to the state college, a new recreational drug has surfaced which has students thirsty for knowledge. Nicknamed “Tolstoy”, presumably for its academic effects, it is a powder that can be snorted, smoked, or dissolved into a drink ( Read more... )

The new LI double R trains are equipped with several nifty items - coat racks, LED signs, funky-feeling arm rests. Yet when looking in the front right corner, it’s clear that the designers were left scratching their heads about what to make it. The result is awkward, clumsy, half passenger space, half train operation. It’s what would be called ( Read more... )

What i'm proposing is that everyone erects a swatch of land to tend flowers, if they choose to give them ( Read more... )

Applause is so freaking primitive. "I really like what you're doing so I'm going to throw my appendages together until they make loud noises." It might just be me, but every time I clap I have this urge to start grunting and hooting and hopping around like a crazy man. hee hee hee. Ohh, man, it's like then I start thinking of these apes in ( Read more... )

For the past few days i've been throwing two facts together each day and seeing what's implied non-verbally (see the end of my last entry) You can actually manage to say quite a lot ( Read more... )

Last night I got to bed early enough that I was able to set my alarm for 4:30 to watch the sunrise. The plan: I would be up when it was cool and then sleep the mid-day heat away (with a bonus sunrise included). Everything worked like a charm. I watched that nighttime punk rocker Cassiopeia fade into a cool, quiet dawn and whispered to it, “Don’ ( Read more... )

My thoughts for the past week:


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1. The way fireworks look from a Brooklyn rooftop ( Read more... )

When stepping onto an escalator and perceiving that the hand rail is moving almost imperceptibly slower than the rest of the contraption, one’s stomach drops into the pelvic sling and, sitting in that hammock, it twiddles its thumbs all huffy-puffy, brooding for the rest of the assent with a furrowed brow ( Read more... )