ten years’ worth of birthdays, we’ve seen. here’s to many more.

he inspected me grimly. a piece of paper, scrawled on with the illegibility characteristic of his profession, the words
zinc
echinacea
sleep
(the last underlined in reproachful emphasis.)
waving the scrap at me: go home and go straight to bed. do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
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as always, when i can least afford it, my body mutinies [...]

the matrix reloaded ost
i like marilyn manson’s this is the new shit: “rebel, rebel, party, party, sex, sex, sex, don’t forget the violence, blah, blah, blah”
ha ha ha.

kat, fuzzy, nurul, may ann: i believe congratulations are in order!
(and these are just the people i have urls for..!)

your post reminded me of how much i love that scene in monty python and the holy grail where the peasant relieves arthur of his delusions of royalist grandeur..! (”Listen — strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.”)

oh i like that.
here’s an excerpt from the course outline of the thesis writing workshop i’m doing with gay hawkins:
“By sharing your ideas and writing with your honours colleagues you will also see how cultures of competition and evaluation can be transformed into supportive and collaborative intellectual communities, how friendship and generosity are crucial to [...]

the matrix reloaded.
some think it odd that the people of zion would respond to news of a machine invasion with a rave. in terms of the ideas in the movie i think it makes complete sense.
you have shots of a pulsing mass, close-ups on individuals emanating heat and sweat, captures of feet covered in the [...]

someone clicked on this blog in their search for “chinese girl funeral in Sydney”.
nice. thanks.

what purpose does it serve? what purposes can it serve?
if it appeals mainly or only to a specific interest group, need we justify its existence and exercise?
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in today’s class he expressed disturbance at having to justify the value of arts and the humanities. it seems ridiculous to me that i would even have to do [...]

is our good fortune.
to the strange and wonderful creature we call felice, happy birthday.
xxx