Entry #12
Woo! got the job
You’re looking at a future Hopkins Symphony Orchestra Stage Manager..
only took me a semester and a half to find it.
Archive for February, 2008
Entry #11
In the MirrorYesterday I saw a confident
alpha male snarling back - ready to tread
on mediocrity barring the way.
Today I saw doubt born of disbelief
An apathy of life hidden within
a scarred and pitted face.A glimmer of hope remains.
Entry #10
No matter how bad you have it, someone always has it worse. I learned that today while feeling sorry for myself over a botched exam. I met someone who has to commute to school one hour each way, pay for his own tuition, and work on the weekends. On top of that he is in massive debt from lack of financial aid.
What right to complain do I have? My parents pay for all my tuition, my room & board, and gladly cover the cost of any extra supplies I need. I have a nice little room to call me own, I get three square meals a day (more if I need them), and need only to concern myself with study.
Truly this is an honored life.
Entry #9
Speed. The mind loves it. It’s intoxicating and exhilarating. That is why quickness must be a force to be reckoned with in any good work of literature. Speed lends itself to the nascent thoughts of the mind. It emulates how we think naturally. When executing words that are quick, the author must take care to avoid overwhelming the reader. The mission here is to convey a sense of movement without moving too many ideas or concepts too quickly, overloading the reader. Time must be managed as it is in everyday life, but in the world of words time is something that can be lavishly spent. Quickness can be shown to occur in a large span of time. It is not based on the progression of time itself at all. A plot that unfolds in minutes could be just as swift as one that unfolds in days. It all depends on the nature of the events and what kind of feeling those events leave on the reader. Not every story necessarily requires quickness, but our modern day and age, as Italo Calvino observes, “has forced speed on us as a measurable quantity.”
Entry #8
Hear
keys softly jingle
doors lightly squeak
footsteps faintly rustleHope
the keys grind in your door
the door gives way to
the footsteps of one you knowHear
the keys at work far away
the door of a neighbor shut as
the footsteps pass your room
Entry #7
Today I went to class, experienced the joy of trying to walk on frozen walkways, and examined my dead middle toenail.
Tomorrow I shall go to class, experience the joy of walking on a non-slip surface, and examine my dead middle toenail.
Entry #6
What is beauty?
Is there something about beauty that makes it inherently beautiful, or is the observer of beauty merely projecting his or her values upon what he or she considers beautiful? Is beauty an objective value in that it exists in and of itself? Or is it a subjective value based solely on what we perceive?
It seems to me that beauty is merely in the mind of the beholder, but I have suspicions that this is a naive view. There must be some form of beauty that exists separately from what humans perceive.
Beauty could be something made in the image of the Creator. In that sense, humans posses the very fundamental form of beauty.
Entry #5
“In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.” -Paul Dirac
Entry #4
It is hard
to describe
the anguish
of parting
with someone
embracing
me with her
eyes but has
no reason
to stay.
Entry #3
If any ever had doubts on the differences between men and women, let them be dispelled here. (bear in mind that I am generalizing from my experiences and that this may not be the case everywhere (although I highly doubt that)).
Female 1: what? why are you rooming with her?
Female 2: I feel we have grown distant.
Female 1: We didn’t see each other for two days. Is that what you consider growing distant?
Female 2: I think that rooming together would unnecessarily strain our relationship. I’m sorry.
Female 1: Don’t give me that bullshit, you just don’t want to live in [insert building here].
Female 2: [Insert name here], you know that isn’t true.
Female 1: You’re growing closer to [insert name here], don’t even try to hide it! What have I done to you?
Male 1: Hey, who are you rooming with?
Male 2: [makes a zero sign with fingers] No one.
Male 1: Wanna room together?
Male 2: Sure.
