Musing

So this is odd, the painful realization that has all gone wrong. And nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. So you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. So this is strange, our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all. And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep. And breathing is a foreign task and thinking's just too much to ask and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights. This is incredible. Starving, insatiable, yes, this is love for the first time. Well you'd like to think that you were invincible. Yeah, well weren't we all once ...

Must Find Ecclesiastes... or There is a Time to Die I have no idea where that little poem is at and that means doing research. Gr. I thought that that's where it's at. Any help?

The Best Allusion I've Heard All Week or I Think I Am Ayn Rand's Male Reincarnated Self Someone pointed out to me today that I was trying to be much like "the Atlas in Atlas Shrugged ." It makes more and more sense the more I think about it. Refer to the September 7th quote I gave if you need more context. Atlas is (literally) dying to shrug.

A Tribute to Capitalism or The Ballad of the Lost Art of Curding Cheese This weekend, a sign on the side of the road on the Northside caught my attention. In big, black, bold letters were the words "Cheese Curds." It looked like one of those signs that old guys with beards and hole-riddled clothing carry around on the sidewalks downtown. Naturally this got me to wondering. All sorts of questions came to mind, like "What does one use cheese curds for?" or "Are homemade cheese curds sold along US-31 safe for human consumption?" or even "Wouldn't it be great to change the sign so that it reads "Cheese Turds"?" The possibilities were endless. But before I could finish laughing about cheese turds, I was already several miles past the sign. I think, as a poor college student, this is a great way to make money. All I have to do is pick up out-of-date milk for cheap from a big store like Meijer and just let the crap sit some...

Grammys Shmammies or I've Seen Half-time Shows Better Than That Yes, I was very disappointed. Mom and I talked about it on the phone the other night. I made the comment that the Age of Great Music has passed (1990-1998) and that the crap that has replaced it is only getting worse. I cited the Grammys as a prime example - a lot of rap and not a lot of clothing or sense. We didn't even get to see the awards for best rock ANYTHING (except for one, maybe two, which don't come readily to mind). She said that ("back in the day...") our grandparents said the same thing about Zeppelin, and that real music ended with the retirement of Frank Sinatra. Hey, I'm not a Sinatra fan, but I can appreciate the guy's musical talent. I don't care for a lot of the music that came out of the 80s either, but the majority of all musical artists of that time had at least a modicum of talent. But this generation of rap, R&B, and painted up glamour-girls...

An Important Definition or One of Those Words That People Need to Be Reminded Of Every Now and Then med-dler [ med -dler], n. 1. one who involves onself in a matter without right or invitation 2. one who interferes in a matter in which one knows less than one should to be part of that same matter

Revolutions A Review of the Most Pressing Questions/Theories Brought About By the End of the Matrix Trilogy #1 - Wtf? This is an all-encompassing question that explains the general feeling I've walked out of theaters thinking both times I've seen it. For more specifics, keep reading. #2 - When Morpheus, Trinity, and Seraph enter the Merovingian's club, the Merovingian looks over the edge of the balcony and calls Seraph "the prodigal son" and "my little Judas." By extension, therefore, I take that to mean that the Oracle would also be considered a traitor to the Merovingian's cause. But if they were traitors, then at some point they must have all been on the same side. Which leads ME to believe that in the past five "versions" of the Matrix, the Oracle and the Architect were on the same side. Why is this important? I believe this is a sign that this "version" WAS different - that this time, things were so radicall...