February 2010
117 posts
i miss my guitar :(
I have been sick for so long that I am beginning to get depressed. I haven’t really left my house since thursday. This blows.
Also, on a side note, I hate people who don’t spell things properly. I also hate those who are intentionally quirky. This affected quirk I find to be painfully obnoxious, and it makes me want to hit you. Fortunately for you, unfortunately for me, I have...
January 2010
87 posts
I have a lot of interesting thoughts that I don’t write down and immediately forget. They’ll often reoccur sometime later, but by this time I’ve forgotten that I forgot them and so they seem as if they’ve been around forever and are old and tired and offer nothing new. I’ll discard them, though in fact they’re practically straight out of the plastic wrap to my...
I’m laying here, going to bed earlier than I have since I was about ten, I’m pondering many things. First of all, I’m acutely aware that my throat aches and I have to piss. I don’t want to get up and go to the bathroom, because I know that another five minutes after that I’ll get up and piss again, and I’m hoping that if I can just wait it out for five minutes I...
Thinking about Wittgenstein and Kantian noumena. There is some valuable strand connecting the two that I can’t quite tease out yet.
boredom brought on by sickness is slowly turning into grumpiness brought on by boredom. i feel a tantrum coming on…
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Well, I’d just about kill for a cigarette right now. But I have a feeling that, were I to smoke, my lungs might just pack up their bags and leave my body. Perhaps seek a transplant patient who will appreciate them more. Someone who digs jogging and swimming and likes to climb stairs and not cough. Someone who purposely avoids elevators in order to get just a smidge more cardio in. Someone...
I feel like I’m on death’s door. I keep hacking up brown shit from my lungs, which is painful and rather frightening, because my always healthy imagination immediately extrapolates from this color an idea of what my lungs must look like right now. Brown lungs are never pleasant to think about.
“The most important lesson which the reduction teaches us is the impossibility of...”
– Maurice Merleau-Ponty: Phenomenology of perception (via fuckyeahphilosophy)
Ive never been at haileys this early. Ive never seen haileys this empty.
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NIETZSCHE’S ANGEL FOOD CAKE.
BY REBECCA COFFEY
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1. Allow the angel to reach room temperature. Then kill it.
2. Kill God. Set Him aside.
3. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.
4. Ecstatically whip, as if possessed by a storm-wind of freedom, 1-1/2 cups of excellent egg whites with 1/4 tsp. salt and 1-1/2 tsp. cream of tartar. Continue until peaks are as if raised to their own...
“If any vegans came over for dinner, I could whip them up a salad, then explain...”
– ~Sarah Palin’s book. (via smoothope)
Although I’m hearing good things about it, I don’t know that I shall ever see Avatar.
Numerous friends have told me that it startlingly resembles a retelling of Ferngully. If I wanted to see the story of Ferngully, I’d watch Ferngully.
But I don’t want to, because that movie scared the crap out of me.
Today on campus I saw a guy putting food in his...
Yeah, I go to a state school.
The guy standing next to me at the bus stop looks just like ichi the killer. It’s rather unnerving.
I am a damned mess.
I think that the time seems right, right right right now. For me to put anything of any sort of value up, even if value does not exist, which it may well not, First of all, Nietzsche talks way, way, way, way, wa, too much about himself, himself, himself. That aside, tthere may yet be some gems of knowledge we can scavenge from this wreck of a man. Not quite sure what they are, at this moment, but...
I am a terrible, terrible blogger. Be it a tumblog, a microblog, a wordpress blog, BLOG+ME=FAIL.
I think the “log” part of “blog” is the part that I am having trouble with. I think alot alot alot during the day, and when I get home, well, I like to not. Think. At all. I’ve already thought about events of the day, and so that’s done, and tomorrow I’ll...
I feel like death just shat on me.
Guys, I've been blogging in one form or another...
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And so far this is what I’ve concluded: sometimes blogging feels like a really stupid, pointless, self-indulgent thing to do.
But you do it anyway.
That’s almost the sum total of what blogging has taught me. That and this: blog comments will never bring anything good into the world, no matter what they’re about. Sorry, fellow Gawker commenters; even...
Must. Leave. Denton.
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I LOVE THE 90s
Now I shall embark on a customer service adventure.
I wonder if this will work:
Dear credit card company,
WAIVE MY LATE FEE PLZ.
I promise that I shall tell as many lies as I need to for this to happen.
Thanks,
Micah
I’ve come to a realization. This may or may not be my final undergraduate college semester. If it is, I want it to be the best one ever. Yes, cheesy “best blank ever” resolutions can get old, but I rarely make them, so I feel I deserve this one.
So, why now? Partly because this is/might be my last chance at it, but for a couple of other reasons, also. First, I think I’m...
Despite the risk of sounding slightly gay for saying this, It’d be nice to have a Turk-J.D. friendship. I have plenty of friends. I have plenty of good friends. I do not have a Turk to my JD.
inspiration slowly returning.
I’m feeling far too uninspired to write anything of substance.
Perhaps a Mad Men marathon will help?
“The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not...”
“For most of us, the best part of our day is spending time with loved ones. For...”
Not digging anything right now. Uninspired. Unexplained sense of malaise.
Doldrums, if you will.
Two day headache. This hasn’t happened in years. It’s sapping my very will to be, let alone socialize and make merry.
I think I may have missed my calling—mercenary.
Exhausted. Head pounding. Nauseous. Disappointed. Discontent. Resigned? There are still things to figure out.
Pragmatic analysis of common words reveals interesting finds. Really simple questions have stangely vague, fleeting answers. It’s hard enough to pin down meaning even in an artificially static context; given the constantly changing and uncertain contexts that compose ordinary...
I’m feeling pensive. A lot to digest, I suppose. Shall I elaborate? I had planned to possibly do so later, but I may as well now.
My little sister has been struggling a bit with schoolwork. Just recently she was diagnosed with dyslexia. Still processing this, I guess. Also, feeling guilty.
I’m back in Denton, time to start another semester. I was looking forward to being back until I...