Death and ErosThis is where I plant my thoughts.(Untitled)- January 24, 2004 So I got this belated christmas gift from my housemate and his boyfriend: an 'adaptation' Dante's Inferno, all done up in in modern prose. Here's a taste: About halfway though the course of my pathetic life, I woke up and found myself in a stupor in some dark place. I'm not sure how I ended up there; I guess I had taken a few wrong turns. I can't rally describe what that place was like. It was dark and strange, just thinking about it now gives me the chills. It was so bleak and...http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/24.html#a27 (Untitled)- January 23, 2004 Surreal day - I spent the entire day writing grad school reccomendations (or behalf of my boss) for a co-worker of mine. Felt kinda nice to be paid for writing, for once.http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/22.html#a26 (Untitled)- January 22, 2004 So things are looking up, then.http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/21.html#a24 (Untitled)- January 22, 2004 You are William Blake! Wow. I'm impressed. Notonly are you a self-made artist and poet, butyou've suddenly become a very trendy guy tolike. It's not that we doubt that you have allyour marbles, it's just that we're not quitesure what you did with them to come up withthose terrifying theological visions. Thepeople of your time were nowhere near asforgiving as that, and all your neighborsthought you were a grade-A nut job. But welove you, so rest happy. Which Major Romantic Poet Would You Be (if..http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/21.html#a23 (Untitled)- January 22, 2004 The hermit was musing the other day on the nature of online popularity: who gets linked, who gets read, whose posts get commented-upon. It's a funny thing, blogging. I'm writing here for me - at least that's what I tell myself. But I want to get read, and I want people to like what they read. I'm going to go on a bit of a selfish rant here, because, well. . . because it's my blog and I want to, damnit. A bit of a backstory, first. My housemate and I have been friends for fifteen...http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/21.html#a22 (Untitled)- January 21, 2004 So the strangest thing just happened. I was sittining here, trying to blog while my boyfriend, Brian watched TV (channel-surfed might be a little more accurate).Anyway, he was flipping around when he landed on Ghost Ship, a horrible B-movie horror that came out, I don't know, three or four years ago. Whatever - I'm stalling here. I was just sort of half-aware of what Brian was doing. Our apartment is small, so I was in the same room as him and the TV, but I was pretty much off in my..http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/20.html#a20 (Untitled)- January 14, 2004 Still struggling with my self-assigned Xmas reading. Right now I'm slogging through Garret Hardin's article "The Tragedy of the Commons" and the related articles that appeared in the December 2003 issue of Science magazine. Heady reading when you've got a headcold: its the best cure (after tea and bedrest). Anyway, my dad passed these articles along to me after reading my thesis statement (some of which I've excerpted below): I came to New College already interested in the central...http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/13.html#a19 (Untitled)- January 12, 2004 Its official, I'm old: Classic Alternative Radiohttp://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/11.html#a18 (Untitled)- January 12, 2004 So. . . climbed up Mt Tam with Brian and Seth yesterday. It was really kind of surreal - the day was so foggy on the way up; the stunning vistas promised by our guidebook were vague to nonexistant. We followed odd trails, up wooden stairs and through dense foliage, our breath and the sweat from our bodies forming a mist around us - like we were a herd of buffalo or something. Anyway, after a two-hour, almost entirely silent climb, we made our way to the peak. It felt like the end of the..http://blogs.salon.com/0003044/2004/01/11.html#a17 |