| Those are Facts |
[Jan. 12th, 2008|03:01 am] |
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What I learned from the Dan Deacon Ultimate Reality Tour:
Arnold Schwarzenegger has been in many films, but the greatest among these is Conan the Barbarian. |
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| Trav(e/ai)ls |
[Nov. 19th, 2007|07:45 am] |
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Well. It appears I am going to DC for Thanksgiving; my grandparents bought me a ticket. Yes, this was decided Monday morning.
Well. It appears I am returning from London (which I leave for on the 17th) on December 31st. Scheduled to land in Austin at 10:20pm. Will they have a New Year's Party at the airport? |
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| This morning. |
[Nov. 5th, 2007|11:25 pm] |
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A car physically knocked me off the road today. I was in my bike lane, and they just drifted in to me and knocked me into the grass. I am unhurt, but I did get back on my bike, chase them down, pound on their window, and curse and yell at them.
Mayhaps I am becoming a man, because I felt rage. |
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| Snackface sez... |
[Nov. 3rd, 2007|10:21 pm] |
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| |  Fly as shit | ] |
Whoa. Mon frere Sexface asked me
Are we clever snacks or are we silly?
I drop the smart bombs
Up in this snack song
German words can go on too long
Fuck yr. weltenschauung
Got schadenfreude 'cause my dick is so long
I work in anadiplosis
The most rhetorical focus
I know the future tense in Latin goes bo-bis
Pop rocks, Stovetop Stuffing, and a blow pop
One you've summoned Snackface he won't stop
I'm the agent of cakes
The most incredible snake
I've an endorsement deal from yr. bellyache
I'm making figures of six
Sick slick on my dick
Thank god I'm not a rabbit 'cause damn I love Trix
Wet stick inside yr. mouth with fun dip
Hair lip bitches, pigs on my spit
I love the sloppy shit
Them poppy hip girls love popsicles suck on whippits
They hear the wah wah (x4)
Give me all kinds of snacks
Motherfucking kinds of snacks
Give me all kinds of snacks
Motherfucking kinds of snacks |
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| Hello, ween! |
[Nov. 1st, 2007|02:42 am] |
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One Million Quintrons! |
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| Man. |
[Sep. 16th, 2007|11:43 am] |
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| |  wrecked | ] |
Good Morning! Guess what I did last night? That's right, I got into a drunken fight! Don't get me wrong, it was on purpose. In fact, it was a gentleman's bare-knuckle boxing match.
It was with Brian Hart, so those of you that know can be impressed.
Here is a picture of me. I look just horrible, so if you need to think of me as pretty, please don't look at this picture. Otherwise, ( here )
So yes. But here is the big news: I knocked him out. As in, he was laid out, on the dirt, wondering why his shoes looked so far away. As in, his world was, briefly, the black void of death.
It was a good night. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 9th, 2007|07:52 pm] |
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| |  working | ] |
Yesterday, I went to a demolition derby, and today I rode bikes with Alex to McKinney Falls State Park and also, on the way back, to see Superbad. Still, to be north.
Also, now I have SO MUCH to read.
Also, my daemon is a crow named Thedra. |
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| Some things |
[Jul. 26th, 2007|03:57 pm] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
Elizabeth and I are going to dress up as carrots for that band "The Carrots," except that orange pants are pretty much impossible to find, so she's wearing some orange dress, and I have a green shirt (which is sharp, with a sharp collar), and I can't even find green pants, so I'll be wearing brown pants, and so together, I guess, we're like a carrot and some dirt, but does that really count?
Also, maybe I missed Jeff's birthday.
Also, a family friend has brain cancer, which is too bad.
Also, I'm going to visit my grandfather who is also sick in August, and I'm coming back on my birthday.
My birthday is 18 August.
Love,
Ryan |
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| HP |
[Jul. 22nd, 2007|08:02 pm] |
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| |  cracked out | ] |
Me and some of my friends read all of the new Harry Potter book out-loud to each other. It was pretty cool, I guess. I guess it took us 29 hours, but it was pretty cool. We did it. We did the whole thing.
Actually, I feel kind of cracked out. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2007|06:43 pm] |
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| |  all | ] |
What smells is when $20 falls out of your pocket, and it smells this afternoon.
I have a zany plan involving PHONEMES!!
Also, I hope we can find the CARNIVAL!! |
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| Projections |
[Jun. 29th, 2007|03:37 pm] |
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| |  observant | ] |
After tonight, I will have seen 7 movies projected on a big screen in four consecutive days.
Tuesday, midnight: Live Free or Die Hard. (I don't mean to give it away, but it ends with living free.)
Wednesday: Triple Feature: Big Night, Earthquake, Night Warning
Thursday: La Vie en Rose
Friday: Double Feature: Taxi Driver, Mean Streets |
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| Philology; logos, word-loving; name-kindness. Kind from class, origin; name-origin; and it stops. |
[Jun. 26th, 2007|01:59 am] |
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| | contemplative | ] |
Quick means alive, in the oldest sense, from the Indo-European *kwikwo (the Romantic languages dropped the 'k,' hence 'vivire'). It has been metaphorized to mean speedy, presumably in that something that moves quickly is vital, has an abundance of life.
In the metaphoric sense, we contrast quick with slow. 'Slow' is Teutonic (OE. slaw, OHG. sleo), which originally described someone who is stupid. (Amusingly, it may have the same root as the Latin 'laevus' and Greek 'laios,' meaning left (in the not-right sense), which is an entirely different story than the one I'm telling here.) The OED gives the definition of the Teutonic word as blunt or dull. 'Dull' is the OE. 'dul' (OHG. 'tol'), which also means stupid, but was later taken to apply to edges that are not sharp, a change which took about 800 years. But 'blunt,' the word we usually contrast with sharp when talking about edges (tho' that too originally had the sense of stupid) is conjectured to come from ON. 'blaut,' meaning soft or weak, or perhaps ON. 'blunda,' which means to doze. Or to sleep, which is so close to dying. Quick was first alive; and is now speedy; is sharp, keen; is intelligent. Slow was first stupid; is now not-speedy, not-quick; is stupidity and dullness, which comes from weakness, a non-vital sleeping, an enervated nap; extended, a dying.
There is a slow-worm, which is the OE. sla-wyrm, which didn't become associated with 'slow' until the 16th century, and which Basil Bunting uses in 'Briggflatts' to meditate on writing poetry, and words and their geography, and at last, death. All is metaphor.*
*Except those things which are not metaphor, and let's make a list of those. |
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| Hey, Here Are My Plans |
[Jun. 17th, 2007|08:02 pm] |
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Hey, I'm going to cut out some pictures and make a verse play, except it's going to be more like a verse comic book, which is also going to be pretty to look at.
Hey, also, I'm going to Fort Worth this weekend to visit my friend David and my friend Jeff, and we're going to play some ROCK AND ROLL.
Hey, listen to this, McKinney falls is only 9.9 miles from the front of my door, so I'm going to bicycle there with Alex some time soon. It was supposed to be this weekend, but the rain threatened too, too much.
Hey, did you know I was going to be the editor of this literary magazine? I know, crazy, since I don't know anything about it. Running a literary magazine, I mean. The website isn't even updated.
Hey, I really want my new friend Dustin who looks just like David only shorter to get back from his tour because then I will have someone in Austin to make music with.
Hey, I keep having these dreams where I make up songs in my dreams, so I'm going to record them as soon as I decide that I'm sufficiently caught up in Latin. One song is about a female fox, and in it, I rhyme 'agreement' with 'semen,' and in another song, the lyrics go "You say I look like Muddy Waters / Well I am / I'm the muddiest man / You know," but don't blame me, because I only made it up in my dream. |
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| Recently |
[Jun. 5th, 2007|09:07 pm] |
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Has been swimming and so on. Making flashcards and studying them. And so on. When the rain happened, I was watching the Wizard of Oz, and the outside just exploded when the lightening hit the pole. All of our electricity was gone except for what was stored in batteries. Candles light rooms well, tho', and in our well-lit rooms, the wide world became cozy again. For a while, at least.
I mean to say: I've been happy the past few days. There are reasons.
Things I need to do:
*Call/hang out with Greg
*Go to class
*Study Latin more
*Make phonology charts
*Figure out exactly what is going on |
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| Well. |
[May. 14th, 2007|02:27 am] |
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How funny, that, in _The Sorrows of Young Werther_ (tr. Thomas Carlyle!), in the entry for my birthday (18 August), so well and decadently is my whole trouble put:
"Must it ever be thus,--that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment,--a demon which perpetually pursues and harasses me."
O the sadness, &c.; O the heartlessness of it. The problem, perhaps, is Young Werther's problem: not ardency or force but the impossibility of the world conforming to a silly want; the scheme mere ideal tableau, a fancy diorama in a shoe box.
If I had a party, I would invite *all* my friends. You would, too; I know it. |
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| Update! |
[Apr. 21st, 2007|04:13 pm] |
Hello The World!
I feel like a rainbug on a green leaf, and it is Austin all over again, what with the spring. Classes are a snap, and I've surrendered the turgid register for a while, meaning that things flow like wet things. Oh sure, there are there are still *those* days, but you know. How fun to update the livejournal when there is no internet at home, no recollection of the state of mind during the last update!
Here is summer:
1. Latin
2. Maybe I won't get a job
3. Revise the Curie sonnets
4. Maybe, just maybe send some stuff in to magazines, barring a well-timed remark that reminds me of the deep Marxist sadness of contemporary letters
5. Speaking of which, I thought about joining my brother in Africa when I thought that I was not optimizing my utility in terms of being a good human being
6. Reading Reading: Empson, Bakhtin, Lacan, and so on. BH Smith, but not on metametacritical theory. Husserl, especially. Maybe Heidegger, too, then, but what the fuck, you know?
Next semester, I'll be workshopping, lit journalling, and, instead of metaethicsing, I'll be Kristeva and Zizek reading Lacaning, so that'll be zany. Probably auditing the history of the English language, too, with the kind Dr. Cable.
I have also found a classmate who writes good poetry. This is key.
Update!
Ryan |
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| Hi. |
[Jan. 15th, 2007|09:39 pm] |
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| | cold | ] |
SNOW DAY!
Tomorrow is the first day of school, but it is also a SNOW DAY!
SNOW DAY! |
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| London |
[Dec. 24th, 2006|03:39 pm] |
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| |  eh. | ] |
I guess I'm in London now. It's alright. I thought Christmas would be better, and I guess it is, except that it's still Christmas eve and kind of horrible. But that's okay; I should try to not hate Christmas quite so much. So far, I've read some and learned a lot about chocolates and lies. Also, science-fiction-inspired dom/sub fantasies. I also started a facebook, because there's not a lot to do during family time. |
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| Quiet |
[Nov. 6th, 2006|04:06 pm] |
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| | oh. | ] |
Times not spent reading should be spent writing, and here I specifically mean poetry. I took some pictures with some friends. Here is one I call "Zombie Twee."
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| Graduate School |
[Aug. 30th, 2006|02:04 pm] |
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| | worried | ] |
First day of class. First seminar. The professor misappropriated the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.
First workshop tomorrow. Uff. |
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