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I love Lord Byron and am piecing together a future post featuring him as the Byronic Hero, but for now this post will have to do. Lord Byron was a British poet during the Romantic period (early 1800s), and was Romantic in every sense and breath of the word; in fact, he helped give it its definition. A complicated figure, he was often misunderstood, and was once described by a close female acquaintance as being “mad, bad and dangerous to know.” Critics cited him for being bold and crass... Read Full Story

I have been busy and failed in my goal of posting daily, but perhaps that’s better, now I can focus on quality and not quantity. As life passes events expire and I learn stuff. That’s just how it happens. Truthfully, a lot of the time I don’t even want to be learning, but life, like any good mother, makes sure I’m being fed. A combination of recent events brought on a feast of learning and now I am stuffed and lying in bed at one in the morning typing this post on my iPhone in a lazy... Read Full Story

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.” Read Full Story

October 14, 2009 things that I like coke reading doing this Share this: Twitter Facebook Like this: Like Be the first to like this post. Read Full Story

Friday, February 13, 2009 Some of My Favorite Things  This is Vladimir, my potted vine. He has more leaves in real life, I just got tired of drawing them. This is Red Bull, it vitalizes body and mind. I have three empty cans sitting on my desk, two rolling around on the floor of my car, and nine more to go in the fridge. This is Nathan, my best friend and roomate. He is up doing homework at 3:30 in the morning listening to Ratatat.   These are black Vans, my favorite... Read Full Story

You want evolution? You want me to become something? I will, but on my terms. Because it’s not what I can show to the world, it’s what I can prove to myself. If I don’t believe I think on a higher plane then I never will. I’ll accept my “fate” like a gift and wear it like a badge. I might be proud of it even, but if that’s the case then I can’t see myself clearly. I can’t see how ridiculous I look parading around in that ill-fitted muscle-tee with Abercrombie & Fitch ostentatiously splashed... Read Full Story

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So... Read Full Story

April 24, 2009 Petrarchan Love One day in class my professor used a term to describe a type of love, “Petrarchan.” Have you ever “fallen in love” with someone you can never have? Maybe it was a crush on the popular boy or girl in your high school or maybe it’s an obsession with a celebrity that goes beyond fandom, in any case, we have all probably felt that kind of love before. An infatuation with a person that is more than perfect, they are every fantasy you have ever have... Read Full Story

It’s 9:00 pm and I have two three-page papers to write as a take home midterm for my post-modern lit class that are due tomorrow morning. What does that mean? It’s time to write or die! First things first, light the St. Jude candle–the patron saint of desperate cases and lost causes–and then say the prayer printed on the back. But first, a little bit about Saint Jude. I took this handsome little excerpt from ourcatholicprayers.com (Note their excellent use of logic proving prayer actually... Read Full Story

Okay this is a blog post that I wrote a few weeks after my cage fight that took place EXACTLY TWO YEARS AGO on October 17,2009. I never published this post, so it is a never-before-seen blast from the past. My writing is ridiculous (thus the reason it was never posted), but keep in mind I had just been severely concussed and my brain was pudding. This being said, it has been long enough that I think it’s safe to take this out of storage, dust it off, and share it with the www on this very... Read Full Story