Ramblings at 2:53 a.m.
I’m finishing up this week’s editorial staff column for newspaper right now, which probably would have happened a lot sooner if I hadn’t decided that tonight is the opportune time to begin writing a screenplay. A screenplay? What is wrong with me? I know, a question long in the making. Plays- probably not my forte, seeing as how I’ve never studied film or theatre before....
I write like David Foster Wallace →
This is a giant ego boost. I posted on this website four times; I got David Foster Wallace three times (and James Joyce the last time). My roommate Haley got H.P. Lovecraft. And Edgar Allen Poe. And Dan Brown (Da Vinci Code, anyone?) Which makes me want to reconsider living with her.
“WHO IS ARCADE FIRE THOUGH AND WHY ARE THEY ON MY TV NARRRr #FLEE”
The Gilded Age
This semester, I’m taking a course called Religions in Early Modern Drama, and right now we’re reading The Merchant of Venice. This is probably among my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays. On a related note, I’ve learned so much about gold lately. All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded...
The low beating of the tom-toms, The slow beating of the tom-toms, Low… slow Slow… low - Stirs your blood. Dance! A night-veiled girl Whirls softly into a Circle of light. Whirls softly… slowly, Like a wisp of smoke around the fire - And the tom-toms beat, And the tom-toms beat, And the low beating of the tom-toms Stirs...
A Conversation with Ania
Sometimes, as I sit in my dinky dorm room and click through stumbleupon (when I really should be studying), I have phone conversations with my five-year-old sister who, alas, has not moved with me to Kansas City. My most recent conversation with Ania occurred just a few moments ago, as Ania was watching the Superbowl, despite the fact that my family has no interest in football whatsoever. Ania:...