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Ars Longa
Vita Brevis
Guilty parties.
ryan
shaun
wendy
simon
Critical evidence.
andre breton
james dickey
kafka
theodore roethke
wb yeats
sylvia
ts eliot
irvine welsh
chuck palahniuk
dostoevsky
Forensic reports.
edward gorey
man ray
simon boses
Admissions of guilt.
deadcandance
cohen
nick cave
natalie merchant
rammstein
iggy pop
Crime scenes
aurora picture show
diverseworks
theater LaB houston
voices breaking boundaries
Damning testimony.
surrealism
roller derby
exploding dog
levity
girlsarepretty
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This really pisses me off. I can't believe that I can't believe this. One more twist down the cynic's spiral for me.
posted by James @
10:07 AM
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Donnerstag, Januar 30, 2003  |
Not a bad job today. I was concerned when I took the assignment to teach high school physics considering I have never taken a physics class in my life. I was very relieved when I saw that the lesson plan required me to watch the first hour of "Traffic" five times today. I can push play, I have the credentials and lots of experience. I am the best damn teacher the world has ever seen. If only every job was this hard.
posted by James @
11:15 AM
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Mittwoch, Januar 29, 2003 |
I am always writing. I get strange ideas at times my mind should be focused on something else- working, driving, having a drink. I have a file overflowing with bar napkins, old receipts, and scraps of paper on which I transcribed whatever I wrote on my hand or arm while I was driving or waiting in line at the bank. I found one in the back of a friend's car while unloading groceries. I remember the exact time I wrote it. While she parallel parked her car next to an Austin bar, the lines were running through my head. The first thing I did was write it down on a bar napkin and stuff it in my pocket. How it migrated from my pocket to her back seat is beyond me. I recall nothing lewd about the evening. Today I found it while unloading groceries: steak, cat food, a bottle of wine, honey-roasted peanuts, detergent. Right now she is watching Pop-Up Video. I am always writing. I usually have a pen but no paper. I found a bar napkin with my handwriting on it in the back of her car. It reads:
A mind hungry for patterns
will find meaning in anything.
A mind hungry for meaning
will find patterns in anything.
A mind hungry for anything
will find meaning in patterns.
posted by James @
3:15 PM
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Montag, Januar 27, 2003 |
Does anyone know who won The Stanley Cup last night?
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10:06 AM
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