Wherever you are, Julie Fox '05, I hope you are kicking ass and taking names.
I fear this poem is in poor taste, or worse that it’s a complete and total waste both of time, and of rhyme. I don’t want to say it but I’m not gonna lie. The truth of it is, the reason why I wrote this poem was just to fill space. It began without meaning. … Continue reading Witless Wednesday Presents: A Poem, A Lot Like Life
A Riddle? A Code? A Puzzle? Zombies. Pride. Brunch. Community Pool. Groovy. Delicious. Juno. Beautiful. Poetry. .... .... THERE. ARE. NO. ANSWERS. .... .... Just kidding. It's the suggestion tags from WordPress Reader. Happy Tuesday!
For those of you who aren’t familiar, Rhiannon Giddens is a singing angel who floated down from heaven plucking a celestial banjo. Ok, well actually she’s a real live person who can get hilariously salty in interviews. In addition to being one of the best banjo players on the planet, she is a virtuoso in … Continue reading Rhiannon Giddens is Writing a Frickin’ Opera!!!
Awww... she's a cute li'l bugger When I was a small sadistic little monster bent on meaningless destruction child I used to pass the time by murdering ants who were just minding their own damn business. My older brother taught me a neat trick where you could figure out the other exit of an ant … Continue reading Memory Monday: Ants in Purgatory
There's a lot to say about Tarantino's latest smash hit film but there is one thing in particular about this movie that continues to haunt and perturb my brain days after I saw the film. This event happens just before the climax of the film and it completely derailed my ability to even comprehend what … Continue reading We Need to Talk about “Once Upon A Time in Hollywood”
You know, the tragedy of Milton’s Satan is that he ends up becoming a worse version of the very thing he is rebelling against. In truth, I wonder Milton’s universe would be better served if both God and the Devil were to follow the path of the Buddha and relinquish the chains of desire to … Continue reading Brief Bedtime Musings on Paradise Lost and an Extremely Wordy Original Poem