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Inquisitive Ponderings: June 2009
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Thursday, June 18, 2009. Labels: mt. baldy fun bugs insects hike. Sunday, June 14, 2009. I'll always have money for books. For example today, I could have saved my two or three shekels for a later day, but instead the minute I saw that "Of Mice And Men" was on sale for 2 dollars I had to have it. On the same spree I bought "Nausea" by Jean Paul Sartre and "Death of a Salesman" by Arthur Miller. Labels: books love jean paul sartre nausea death of a salesman arthur miller of mice men john steinbeck.
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Inquisitive Ponderings: January 2009
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Sunday, January 11, 2009. Growing up is hard baby. Don't I know it. These past weeks have been the best time of my life, and the worst. Okay, worst is over exaggerating a tad. But I haven't been myself. I've over indulged, I've over drank, I've over everything! I ceased to go to the gym about two months ago. Just in time for the holiday season, coincidentally. The food was excruciatingly enticing and delicious. How could I not indulge in those tasty treats? But why should I be so hard on myself?
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Inquisitive Ponderings: Imagine
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Sunday, December 13, 2009. Things seemed so much better before. Lit skin in melodious colors. Spinning graciously, for it wont last forever. Hooded figure drops from the ceiling. Gravely gripping at his chest. Breaking solemnly head down. Paper cuts bleed profusely over the table into glasses. Melting eyes catch glimpses of rabbits. Shoulder blades slice right through butter. Continental breaths linger over bitter tea. Chained bears sip for your sake. It all seemed quaint before. Now its just nonsense.
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Inquisitive Ponderings: October 2008
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Thursday, October 23, 2008. 8220;I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention? To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken? She asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? Wednesday, October 22, 2008.
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A Touch of Douche: December 2009
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Friday, December 11, 2009. Ground beef (About a pound). 1 Cup of Bread Crumbs and Herbs. Marinara Sauce (A Cup and change). 2 Cups of Shredded Cheese. 1 1/2 Cup of Sun-dried Tomatoes. The Which Way Back North version of the famous Meat Baby. First, throw the ground beef into a mixing bowl. Crack the egg, and mix thoroughly. Pour in the bread crumbs slowly while mixing. Next, layer the sun-dried tomatoes into the form. Place it all around the frame. It should look like this. Take it out of the oven and.
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Inquisitive Ponderings: Book Review
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Thursday, May 14, 2009. There is a scene near the end of the book where he writes about finding out that there is no Santa Clause. But only because his mother has to yank him off of an asian man who he thinks is Santa. In fact he believes that all mythical creatures are asain. Why? Well, I won't give that part away, you'll have to read that for yourself. And if you like this one, you will do well in picking up the rest of his novels. But start off with this one. Its a hoot and a half! Lame is the new kewl.
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Inquisitive Ponderings: April 2009
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Monday, April 27, 2009. One hour of sleep. This is me typing on one hour of sleep. I'm still functional, still breathing (thank the lord), and still upright. I finished my essay at 4am and slept for about an hour. So this is about all I am capable of writing without falling face forward on the keyboard. Au revoir. Its lunch time, I think bagels are in order. Chip Chip Cheerio! Thursday, April 23, 2009. Labels: style fashion 60s photoshoot substance magazine mt.sac behind scenes. Sunday, April 19, 2009.
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Inquisitive Ponderings: Mt. FUN!
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Thursday, June 18, 2009. Labels: mt. baldy fun bugs insects hike. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF THE ROAD. And Henceforth I shall remain truly yours. An amalgamation of two schools of thought. View my complete profile. Lame is the new kewl. Ill always have money for books. Black Moth Super Rainbow.
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Hypnic Jerk: Still not dead; have some of my recap with the MTV president
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TOO MANY BIG WORDS. Still not dead; have some of my recap with the MTV president. I am still not dead. I have just had my entire life derailed by a couple of weeks with the combined efforts of a chest cold/sinus infection/minor flu, a bunch of missed days of class, and the endless fury of the gods in punishment for my many shortcomings. On April 21, Brian Graden. Gave a presentation at Mt. SAC. I wrote an article for class that didn't make it into the print edition. Graden was tongue-in-cheek about his n...
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Hypnic Jerk: June 2009
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TOO MANY BIG WORDS. Reflections: it was wild, thanks. The time is out of joint. The end of the semester nears, and I feel like I'm pumping the pedals of a bike whose wheels are all out of shape across the finish line. I've got to be out of the house by 6 am to get into the newsroom on time for the final tomorrow at 8 (not 7:30, thank goodness). It's just after midnight and I still need to eat dinner. No summer school this semester. I have a lot of "projects" in mind, and this blog is one of them....I am ...
