January 2010
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monroeville:
Time To Pretend -MGMT
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Nikolai Fraiture on Books
I first stumbled upon Walter Lippmann’s “Public Opinion” during my freshman year at Hunter College. Introduced to me by my Media Studies professor Stuart Ewen (one of those professors who doesn’t just punch in his card but lives what he lectures), the book and course shifted my perception of the way I was used to seeing and thinking about things.
Reading “Public Opinion” was one of...
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“Many poets give up writing poetry between collections or even, like Baudelaire,...”
– Graham Robb - Rimbaud: A Biography Haaaa. So true, unfortunately.
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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House
The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time they leave the house. They must switch him on on their way out. The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking. I close all the windows in the house and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast but I can still hear him muffled under the music, barking, barking, barking, and now I can...
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“Tracy: Orange and black decorations? Is this Halloween, or Princeton Parents’...”
– 30 Rock (via morninggloria)
Ahh, brings back memories of Media 180. I had to write an analysis paper on this episode.
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No soldiers in the scenery, No thoughts of people now dead, As they were fifty years ago, Young and living in a live air, Young and walking in the sunshine, Bending in blue dresses to touch something, Today the mind is not part of the weather. Today the air is clear of everything. It has no knowledge except of nothingness And it flows over us without meanings, As if none of us have ever been here...
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I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you’ll never...
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