The Misspent Life

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Happy Halloween!

A scary sight from Halloween 1981!

Click below to see today's decorations.  Decorations that no one can see but me since I have no visitors.  Sniffle.

I Believe You Really Ought to Know

I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable.  I'm not trying to make you anything at all.  But this feeling doesn't come along every day, so you shouldn't blow the chance when you've got the chance to say:  I love you.  I honestly love you. 

If we both were born in another place and time, this moment might be ending in a kiss, but they you are with yours and here I am with mine, so I guess we'll just be leaving it at this.  I love you.  I honestly love you.

I honestly love you.

Sigh.

To Love You More

Did you hear the good news? The Roger is taking over the helm of Encounter books. Encounter has been one of my favorite publishers for a while now and many of their books grace my bookshelves including Heave on Earth, Diversity, and of course The Roger's work. Likewise, The New Criterion has been my favorite publication. I can only imagine that the number of Encounter books in my collection will increase now that The Roger has taken the helm. Great news.

Will You Love Me Like You Loved Me Yesterday?

That's all I need to know.

Hmmm. Yesterday was an interesting day. First I spilled coffee all over myself while sitting on the couch in the morning. Luckily I have a cover on my couch, but don't have one for my carpet. I managed to get enough of it out of the carpet so it isn't too in your face, but it is visibile.

Then I went to the doctor for the first time here to get my prescription for my crazy pills filled. They told me they don't prescribe those kinds of medications. What?! In a school filled with kids from New York City? C'mon. I'd have to go to the Psychiatrist, which costs more. Damn! I don't want to shrink!

But I got my midterm that I took last week back and I made some really stupid mistakes. As I expected I got one question totally wrong. The correct answer was so easy. Unfortunately I made a very stupid mistake where I just wrote the wrong number. Just simply wrote it wrong. If I hadn't done that I would have gotten the highest score in the class. As it is, I had to do with what I expect is #2. Crap!

Oh, and I don't know if I told you I finally got an A on a paper. The fact that my first paper merited a B+ (which is like a C in grad school) really chaps. I might try to do a do-over, just because I don't want that B+ bringing down my grade. Not that it really matters in the whole scheme of things, but I haven't have my crazy pills in over a week so I'm starting to wig.

It is the upsurge in seratonin that is making me sometimes giddy, not that I have a ladyfriend. In fact while my giddiness may manifest itself on line what gets manifested in personal interactions is rebellion and angst. I've been very confrontational lately, with both classmates and professors. I met a poor fellow who was very nice and expressed his love of Chicago school economics to me and I proceeded to go off about how classical liberalism has been corrupted and is leading to the downfall of our civilization. Pretty soon I will start reading Chronicles while wearing a cape and longing for the days of the Belgian aristocracy and Southern agrarianism.

Do I? Do I Love You, Baby?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. MORE THAN EVER!!!

Do I? Do I need you, baby?

I Love The Misspent Life: 3-D

It's that time of year again, and I will admit it.  I am hooked.  What time is it, you ask?  Why, it is Vh1's "I Love the 80s" time, only this time they are doing something stupid with 3-D. Why anyone would want to wear crappy 3-D glasses while sitting on the couch watching a Vh1 program.  It's not like you can get any gayer.

But, gayness aside, I can't stop watching this program.  Yes, I realize that I was only 1 when the decade began and that the first half of the decade is nothing more that an empty spot in my mind, but things are imprinted on your consciousness when you are young and your parents watch a lot of television.  There is something strange about 1980s nostalgia because it isn't the same as 1960s nostalgia where you had the boomer forcing the glory days of a very small, very priviledged, and very elite group on the rest of America.  Sure, there is something to the fact that 30-somethings are forcing it into their programming, but it isn't the same sort of nostalgia.  It isn't a "Oh, heady days of youth.  We were so full of life and promise.  We believed we could change the world" self-inflating claptrap.  It is more of a "Shrinky-dinks! Those were AWESOME!" nostalgia.  And it also affects people that honestly don't remember the 80s.  I remember a lot of things from the 80s, and was old enough to for part of the decade, but kids that are 20?  What do they remember?  There is something special about the 80s that makes people want to go back.  Needless to say the "I Love the 90s" shows suck.  What a dismal decade.

I do want to say one thing before I go and that is that I would enjoy these program so much more if they weren't so filled with Hal Sparks.  Honestly.

Ontological Teleological Normative Postivism

I read this Hatemonger's post with glee. I forwarded it to some grad students and didn't really get a response. Maybe they thought it wasn't funny? I don't know. It certainly is true.

Doing Like the White Man Does, Listening to Jim Croce and Playing Darts

Good morning!  It was certainly a good morning for me.  I took the express bus to campus today and had a great accompaniment curtosey of Trevor, Jr.  What did he serve up for me?  Give it a look, and then a listen if you can:

The Weekend Report

Here is a report of the parent's visit for those of you that care enough to send the very best.