I'm a sucker for cornrows and manicured toes, Fendi capri pants and Parasucos-High saddity and city, with one or two clothes. I'm drafting them out of high school straight into the pros. Who knows? I know! And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows and break it down low to the floor.
Was I absent when they announced that applying mid-90s hip-hop dynamics to the resurrection of Manchester's trip-hop ghost was a surefire formula for post-pinnacle glory?
I read 450 pages of Ulysses yesterday--all but the last 20 pages. It was one of the more painful days i've had in some time. At one point I wasn't even analyzing anymore-I was absorbing. Then I got up today and did 5 hours of Greek Sexuality and I still did poorly. And I'm not thrilled with my Ulysses performance, either--too much to say. I did however manage to pull from some unknown section of my cortex the interpretation of 'Penelope' as being a watery style because Molly the narrator was associated with urination and water, which is in direct correspondance with her husbands role as Ireland: if he is Ireland, then she is the sea that surrounds Ireland, at once fufilling the epic female's role as the moulder of male self-identity, as well as both a comforting, loving source, and the means by which Ireland becomes isolated, even alienated from the mainland, i.e. England. I hope he is so impressed he ignores my dismal other sections.
The one suprising effect of joycean babtism is an increase in fluidity and elevated timbre of my writing as a result of the immersion by fire, so to speak. It feels as though writing has once more become mellifluous: fewer rocks. I am doing babtism by Klima this weekend, as I must return that book to the library.
I'm glad some of you got to meet Allie Monday. She decided to go here next year. Tres agreable, elle dit. Do stay away from "Malibu's Most Wanted", however. Spend the money on "Bend It Like Beckham" Then cook full Indian dinner, vegetarian and meat dishes.
I love the way you make you knees touch your elbows.
I get jealous of pretty girls, and avant guarde shows. I get tired of working in 4 hour rows and it hits me right back, hos
Was I absent when they announced that applying mid-90s hip-hop dynamics to the resurrection of Manchester's trip-hop ghost was a surefire formula for post-pinnacle glory?
I read 450 pages of Ulysses yesterday--all but the last 20 pages. It was one of the more painful days i've had in some time. At one point I wasn't even analyzing anymore-I was absorbing. Then I got up today and did 5 hours of Greek Sexuality and I still did poorly. And I'm not thrilled with my Ulysses performance, either--too much to say. I did however manage to pull from some unknown section of my cortex the interpretation of 'Penelope' as being a watery style because Molly the narrator was associated with urination and water, which is in direct correspondance with her husbands role as Ireland: if he is Ireland, then she is the sea that surrounds Ireland, at once fufilling the epic female's role as the moulder of male self-identity, as well as both a comforting, loving source, and the means by which Ireland becomes isolated, even alienated from the mainland, i.e. England. I hope he is so impressed he ignores my dismal other sections.
The one suprising effect of joycean babtism is an increase in fluidity and elevated timbre of my writing as a result of the immersion by fire, so to speak. It feels as though writing has once more become mellifluous: fewer rocks. I am doing babtism by Klima this weekend, as I must return that book to the library.
I'm glad some of you got to meet Allie Monday. She decided to go here next year. Tres agreable, elle dit. Do stay away from "Malibu's Most Wanted", however. Spend the money on "Bend It Like Beckham" Then cook full Indian dinner, vegetarian and meat dishes.
I love the way you make you knees touch your elbows.
I get jealous of pretty girls, and avant guarde shows. I get tired of working in 4 hour rows and it hits me right back, hos
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