“Now, even if you want dissonances to become consonances, they will always remain the opposite of consonant; they are naturally always dissonant and can become consonant, therefore only if the consonances become dissonant. ” – Giovanni Maria Artusi, in response to the entire class of Baroque music.
Gio, no one fucking cares about Baroque music any longer, But I totally hear you. bro.
“You poor, weak, needy steward of selfishness.”
I recently read a graphic novelette entitled, AEIOU: Any Easy Intimacy, by Jeffrey Brown. First things first, I read the last page, and as I suspected: sadness. So, I began the read. Or tried. This book jumps around too much and becomes in itself inconsistent, which if this is indeed his message, then perhaps I can elicit a ‘Bravo, Jeffrey, Bravo well done suh.’ But I am inclined to think otherwise, and that it is actually his way of moodily communicating with the dead love that like bone marrow, gradually turned into melancholic fat as it grew old and mushy. I did however, like the hand-drawn boobs.
“Afferent and Efferent pathways are my favorite places.” – Psychoneuroimmunology
I’ve been riding motorcycles for a little while and by no means am I the best out there. I have a Ducati Monster Dark, 620, and it treats me well. Of course, as long as I wear my protective gear on the roads. I’ve tried wearing ear-buds once while riding to work, but soon felt that it was a bad idea so I’ve since ceased to do that again.
I guess one of the things that you learn while riding a motorcycle is that it’s A) Super Fucking Dangerous; B) Incredibly Dangerous in Overpopulated College Towns, C) Amazingly Deadly While Driving Drunk in Overpopulated College Towns, and lastly D) Really fun when it’s not raining.
“If you are this dashingly good-looking man-guy, then and only then can you ignore safety.”
So why do I keep seeing these college fraggles wearing flipflops, ear-buds, tanktops, no helmets, no gloves, and no fucking clue how to park — riding motorcycles? I don’t know. But if you’re a statistician and want to go over Life Tables with me, then send me an email. We’ll talk about death in numbers for those still alive.
“I want to murder myself and suck my own dick.” – Facebook
One of the most annoying things I can think of when inside of a university classroom is when the person (not to be a deck but it’s usually a girl) in front of me has their computer out and starts looking at the Internet. Facebook is a key factor in this experience. I really can’t think of anything more rude than to sit in class, make typing noises (which the professor hopes are academic keystrokes), and smirk at the inglorious fault that is the World Wide Web. In my Phonetics class, the same girl is always looking at Digg, meanwhile the professor is professing about acoustics, frequencies, vocal cavities, and so much amazing information. It breaks my fucking heart that not everyone is as ecstatic about learning as I am…
In other news, I’m growing my hair out again. No bullshit. No boxes. No cold nights without heat. Just hair.
