"And yet right here, in the spell of memory and imagination, I can still see her as if through ice, as if I'm gazing into some other world,
a place where there are no brain tumors and no funeral homes, where there are no bodies at all. I can see Kiowa, too, and Ted Lavender and Curt Lemon,
and sometimes I can even see Timmy skating with Linda under the yellow floodlights. I'm young and happy. I'll never die."
It's been quite awhile since I have last posted here. I think that part of the reason is that I'm not sure what to write about anymore because, I guess, that the usual amount of whining I do on here is beginning to wear on even me. How many posts can I write where I talk about my daily difficulties in getting things done, or my being behind in due dates, or whatever?
I could write about 80's television because I spent my childhood devoted to it. I could write about books I have read, music I've heard, or art that I am doing but, the sad fact of the matter is: I am a lump. There, I said it. I am a lump. I've been spending most of my off time playing World of Warcraft, to the point where I am currently a level 57 paladin. The only reason I don't really blog about that is because I am a big enough nerd already; I don't want to put any more nails in that coffin, even though it is a certainty that the nerd question is probably already dead and buried. So, that leaves me with nothing really interesting to say. I'm pretty sure that, at some point, I may be able to turn that around, but right now, things on the interesting front look pretty bleak.
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[-- Biographoria --]
I used to be a college graduate student majoring in English. For a year, I had worked hard as a Teaching Assistant
at a fairly large Northwestern USA grad school. I've spent a few years reading all about Derrida, Lacan, Lyotard, and all of the other standard theoretical English fare. According to my ex-girlfriend, I am an incrediblenerd, a Star Trek and Futurama watching "Nerd," something on the scale just below
pocket protectors. Living on the Northwest coast of Amercia, I currently divide my time between studying
Graphic Design, learning to enjoy the
constant rain, and devoting hours to watching television; and with any remaining time, I plaintively search
for any place I can encounter a dark corner equipped with WiFi, so ensconced in a virtual cellar with my laptop, I can shoot off ill-considered
words into the further developing reaches of cyberspace.
[-- Bloggavista --]
While surfing through the effusive waves of the net, I found these following blogs somewhat interesting for various reasons; you might too. Then again, you might not:
It's been quite awhile since I have last posted here. I think that part of the reason is that I'm not sure what to write about anymore because, I guess, that the usual amount of whining I do on here is beginning to wear on even me. How many posts can I write where I talk about my daily difficulties in getting things done, or my being behind in due dates, or whatever?
