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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 18:38:41 GMT

okay, since tastyword does not allow outside comments...

http://analogtruth.blogspot.com/

Monday, August 20, 2007

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 17:52:50 GMT

i'm not going to be blogging much anymore...

and when i do, it will be here: http://www.tastyword.com/quantum/

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 20:12:54 GMT

you know who should have played Remus Lupin in the Harry Potter movies?
David Tennant, that's who.

Tenth Doctor = more excitable Remus Lupin.

Doctor Who

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 21:32:46 GMT

I just started watching it... and I am in love with the Ninth Doctor. He's cooler than Mal Reynolds and House combined.

Plus the Daleks are funny.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 23:29:09 GMT

on the one hand, i might have been too harsh. on the other hand, i have every right to be.

but maybe i was a little too unkind. but maybe i was too nice. but maybe i shouldn't have said it. but maybe i should have said more and worse.

olga is a seesaw-brain.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 21:16:58 GMT

so. i've started exercising a little. and it is really pathetic how i can't do more than twelve sit-ups.

bah.

a rather sophomoric poem

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 01:15:42 GMT

About a girl who has a peculiar relationship with punctuation:

The ampersands make a nest for her to sleep in;
An exclamation mark stands guard.
If the morning is chilly, a parenthesis will do for a cloak.

Commas fly like sparks where her feet strike the page
And she passes through the eye of a colon
Like a doorway.

The fearsome question marks do not dismay her
With their talons, nor do perilous toppling slashes,
But a miniscule period, rolling into her path, will stop her dead.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 20:30:13 GMT

I can't write when I'm even the slightest bit unhappy, but weirdly enough, I managed to write a poem a few days ago in spite of that. I wrote it on my typewriter, so I will put it in a typewriter font; it looks wrong to me in Times New Roman or Palatino Linotype or anything else.

Machiavelli On The Veranda

Machiavelli, on the veranda,
Steeples his fingers and broods over the sea.
Intolerable to grow old here. Wrinkled eyelids, tiles, pillars,
The birds in the waxy bushes, the painful knees.
A heart attack, a crash to the cobbes, but the cobbles in Florence.
A dagger in the milling crowds of Florence.
There must be some escape from (tepid wine, pillars) age.
Machiavelli looks out over the ceaseless slosh of the bay,
Flicks the birds a morsel, and thinks of his prince.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 11:10:05 GMT

it's nice to be home, but my stomach still hurts incredibly.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 19:53:11 GMT

so what lesson have i learned? no more running away. it's hard, but so is everything in life, even jumping on the trampoline, and you have to deal with it. as a writer, you only get one coincidence; any more than that, and you're being sloppy. as a person, you only get one or two-- whatever you want to call it-- and i've used one up already. i needed it then, but i am never ever going back to that again.

ha. so few people have actual real life-changing experiences, and i can't even use it for college essays.

going back to new york tomorrow.