January 2012
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Variations on the Word Sleep
By Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I...
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Sem Açúcar
Longe dele eu tremo de amor, na presença dele me calo Eu de dia sou sua flor, eu de noite sou seu cavalo
A minha paixão é piada, sua risada me assusta Sua boca é um cadeado e meu corpo é uma fogueira
Enquanto ele dorme pesado eu rolo sozinha na esteira E nem me adivinha os desejos Eu de noite sou seu cavalo
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A Te - Jovanotti
Here’s a secret: this...
I don’t know if we actually grow up. Even if I have, which I am reluctant to believe, I don’t know if I’ve grown up in more mature direction(s).
I always thought going to college would mean developing a mental six-pack of sorts. I thought I’d become a person who does stuff. I’m coming to realize that while I can choose to have more “grown-up” habits,...
An unchambered secret:
“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
-Albus Dumbeldore
Still got it.
It’s been drizzling-to-raining today. Half an hour ago, I walked ten blocks to get to the nearest Bank of America ATM because I owe a friend some money. I decided to make the absolutely unurgent trip tonight, in the rain, for two reasons: one, I needed a walk, and two, it is actually not cold out.
I put the hood of my sweater on over my head and walked at a steady pace. I’m short but...
Sometimes I think about how I would say something in Spanish and realize that it is more apt than its English equivalent. For instance, when I want to say someone loves a person or hobby or thing, I’ll say that he is DELIRIOUS about it.
“Tiene un clase delirio con eso.”
It makes more sense than the very nebulous English “he just loves that.”
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Friends' clothes
People have scents. They’re a combination of their sweat and perfumes, a cocktail of laundry liquids and body lotions and skin. I can’t describe most of the scents I know but I can bring them to mind the way I can a burning candle or a tall margarita glass with beads of condensation running down its rims.
I own a few of Sylvia’s shirts and coats. I have in my possession a...
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Write one leaf about stupidity.
spring semester; freshman year at Columbia
I was at a “party” (one of those evenings when nondescript shoegaze music is playing from someone’s ipod speakers and enough minglers are standing around in a dorm room for it to be a fire hazard) two nights ago.
Conversation was underwhelming; everyone reverted to the same questions: what classes are you taking? how were the...
sbrcar asked: Actually the deadline for TASP is Monday, January 23rd.
“I was a loner as a child, and for me everything was a strange symbol, the...”
– Italo Calvino, “Love Far from Home”, Numbers in the Dark (via apidae)
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A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
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“The Aristotelian idea that to understand something you must know what it is has been abandoned in one science after another, for the pragmatic reason that the simple word “is” introduces so many metaphysical assumptions that we can argue forever about them.
[…] when you read anywhere that A is B, it will clarify matters if you translate this as ‘A can be […]...
Term of the day: guerilla ontology
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Reminder: the deadline to apply for TASP is this...
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XLV por Cesar Vallejo
Me desvinculo del mar
cuando vienen las aguas a mi.
Salgamos siempre. Saboreemos
la cancion estupenda, la cancion dicha
por los labios inferiores del deseo.
Oh prodigiosa doncellez.
Pasa la brisa sin sal.
A lo lejos husmeo los tuetanos
oyendo el tanteo profundo, a la caza
de teclas de resaca.
Y si asi dieramos las narices
en el absurdo,
nos cubriremos con el oro de no tener...
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Anonymous asked: do romantic relationships happen at tasp?
I just want to slow dance to Your Funeral...My...
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Anonymous asked: I'm really nervous about my TASP essays. What advice do you have about the essays?
“He felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it.”
(From Nathaniel West, Miss Lonelyhearts)
Opening a Honey Jar.: The Police →
Dear David, I’ve never really sat down to think about the police (unless what we’re talking about involves Sting and not a sting —rimshot), so I’m glad you forced me to with your writing.
So like, whenever I talk about how I hate the police, people don’t get it. They write it off as a silly, fringe opinion. “But they protect us!” they say. “If you got shot,”–sassy,...
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“What must it feel like to be a skinny manatee? No one would know. Because your species is fat.” — a scientist
“The Hemingway Home and Museum is home to approximately 60 cats. About half of the cats are polydactyl, which means they have extra toes.”
"Personally I'm not up for much but I'm down for...
I went on cubmail and found out that my new lit hum professor added Moby Dick to our syllabus. It’s a lot. It’s a lot and normally I would shrug and admit to myself from months in advance that I will not read it. But Moby Dick is one of my favorite books. And last semester Lit Hum was my favorite class.
So I’m going to read Moby Dick and I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of...
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Anonymous asked: You are extremely attractive. There is no single trait I can attribute it to but rest assured that it is indeed there.
metanoiamuseum asked: Don't make me tell the story of the time I bought a hardcover copy of Eating Animals in an airport for 25 bucks. Don't make me!
Anonymous asked: maybe you're a vegetarian?
Anonymous asked: wanna go to a steakhouse? what about music?
My friend Roxana reflects on being home after her... →
The funny thing about going away for college is that you never really come back, not fully at least. You’re not entirely yourself and neither is home.
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And another thing, why did the whole being-immersed-in-an-incredibly-challenging-intellectually-stimulating-thought-provoking environment thing have to wait for college? Why are we being taught that that’s only meant to happen in college?...
Stopping by Sherman Alexie
Wait, Whose Woods Are These? Mr. Frost, Please. Haven’t You Heard Of Broken Treaties? Of Course, You Still Have Promises To Keep. Your Pastoral Horse Shit Is Deep.
