|Wednesday, December 30th, 2009|
the emblem of love in its purest, strongest, noblest form.
yet ultimately, for Dante, the reality of Beatrice was one of emotional infidelity, as Dante met Beatrice on two occasions in his whole life and married another woman.
how did his wife feel?
did his stature as one of the greatest poets of all time make up for the fact that he loved another so strongly?
was the fact that his infidelity purely emotional acceptable?
and furthermore, did Beatrice know? how could that have made her feel?
|Monday, November 23rd, 2009|
|Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009|
patquackssb (6:09:14 PM): I AM THE ANTIMATH
patquackssb (6:09:21 PM): THE POWER OF PHYSICS COMPELS YOU!
Meursault isHere (6:09:31 PM): what happens when you make a business transaction?
patquackssb (6:09:40 PM): PEOPLE DIE!
Meursault isHere (6:09:49 PM): OH GOD, NO!!!!!
patquackssb (6:09:59 PM): AND THEN SOME OF THEM UNDIE, JUST FOR GOOD MEASURE!
Meursault isHere (6:10:35 PM): oh, well, that's not so bad
patquackssb (6:10:48 PM): BUT MOST OF THEM STAY DEAD!
Meursault isHere (6:10:56 PM): OH, SWEET JESUS!!
patquackssb (6:11:13 PM): AND SOME OF THE UNDEAD DIE A SECOND TIME!
Meursault isHere (6:11:49 PM): OH GOD, THE SURVIVAL MARGIN IS SLIMMING!
|Wednesday, October 21st, 2009|
nothing will stop the fact that no matter how hard I want to be there, sometimes (most of the time) I just CAN'T be there.
and that's the only thing that hurts about life.
|Saturday, October 17th, 2009|
|Thursday, October 15th, 2009|
it's weird to flip through a yearbook and realise how small the number of Freshmen I actually knew my senior year was.
|Thursday, October 1st, 2009|
Long-Johns, despite being absolutely devoid of sexual appeal, keep the cold out like a motherfucking thermos
|Thursday, September 24th, 2009|
this could be interesting.
|Sunday, September 20th, 2009|
also: one thing Dante had going for him: he never had to see Beatrice with another guy.
breathe in Dante's bitterness.
breathe out glacial winds.
|Tuesday, September 15th, 2009|
the breakfast club kinda sucks, but Molly Ringwald is a cutie-pie
|Monday, September 7th, 2009|
|for future reference.
the stages of courtly love.
* Attraction to the lady, usually via eyes/glance
* Worship of the lady from afar
* Declaration of passionate devotion
* Virtuous rejection by the lady
* Renewed wooing with oaths of virtue and eternal fealty
* Moans of approaching death from unsatisfied desire (and other physical manifestations of lovesickness)
* Heroic deeds of valor which win the lady's heart
* Consummation of the secret love
* Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection
|Friday, September 4th, 2009|
there is a wind.
a wind I stand up in.
although I am anchored;
the wind tries to throw me about.
it exhausts me.
|Monday, August 31st, 2009|
so my brother and his fiance are trying to hook me up with the fiance's younger sister.
I'll be walking with her during the wedding ceremony, alright, it'd be good to meet her, but I'm not all crazy about being set up with someone when the most I get told about her is "she's just like you" which, coming from someone who doesn't know me that well, isn't very reassuring.
so they even go to the extent of bringing her to my work yesterday (alright, fine, it's not like I can run away, right?).
she's cute, actually, and kinda short, but she's a little bit too much likely in one respect.
granted, being quiet is something I've been trying to work on, and there's not much you can say in a situation where you're thrust upon another person with no knowledge of who they are (they only told her that I like Converses.)
if I might digress a little, however, being confronted by such absolute silence sort of put the shoe on the other foot. I know kinda what it was like for my ex girlfriends, and now I feel sorta bad about my habitual silence.
anyways, it's a bit of a moot point, because she lives 2 hours and 45 minutes away, and I don't have the cash to even consider a relationship with a girl that far away.
|Friday, August 28th, 2009|
|god damn, i'm a big ol' softie.
your blue eyes make me queasy,
in quite the greatest way,
the kind that's warm and fuzzy,
the kind that makes me say;
the way I feel my feelings,
the things they make me do,
but not embarrassing things,
my heart desires of you.
the things I've got no right to,
and things you don't return,
but I'll be sure to tell you--
these things I'm gonna earn.
|Tuesday, August 25th, 2009|
I WILL COVER MY HAND IN EXPLOSIVES AND PUNCH YOU AS HARD AS I CAN!
|Wednesday, August 19th, 2009|
I think when I grow up I want to make a clubhouse in a storage block type thing.
|Tuesday, August 18th, 2009|
|not accurate, but an interesting sentiment
Inside my chest is an evergreen, growing taller and wider by the day, and at the bottom, our initials are carved into its trunk--or rather, more accurately, and wide eyed little boy waits to carve them there.
((In reality, evergreens are horrible for that sort of romantic business, as their sap seeps out and makes a sticky mess over the incisions much more than most other trees, but an evergreen is essential to the whole business of 'pining' for someone. Just thought I'd say that as a side comment.))
|Sunday, August 16th, 2009|
I'm determined to start writing, and to start drawing again.
I went to a writing symposium today that outlined a 21 day process to developing good characters 9and thus, a good story), which was very sensible, and I intend to follow when I return from GenCon.
of course, this is on top of working out and eating better.
I'll admit a degree of optimism in regards to this journey of self-improvement.
|Thursday, August 13th, 2009|
I am determined to deserve it all and more someday.