Goodbye Then
I'm still technically here for a bit: cleaning up and handing in a couple of papers, sleeping off the adderall from the last two nights, and mostly arranging the junk-heap in my room into something potentially packable. But this will be my last post from New Haven during junior year. And what a year it was. It had its ups: the election victory of George W. Bush and the troops, the ascension of His Holiness Pope Panzergruppenfuehrer; and its downs: Terri Schiavo dying before I could declare my love for her (Terri, do you hear me? Terri, Terri, Terri! Sleep well, darling angel martyr of Christ), the Deeeehhhhmocrat party waging a war against people of faith. But as always for me, the personal supercedes the global. So the world can go to hell for all I care (and seems to be headed that way anyhow), just as long as a handful of people, who can probably figure out that it is to them I refer, can stay with me a little while longer. Because in the end, you know, after the terrorists bomb Yale, quite literally the only thing left for us will be our memories.
Thought for the day:
All that separates us now from the horrifying wilderness of Not-school is twelve measly months.
Thought for the week:
I will never, NEVER procrastinate like this again.
Thought for the month:
"A-respects globally supervene on B-respects = df all worlds that are B-twins are A-twins...The intuitive idea of global property-supervenience [of A on B] is that there could be no difference in the worldwide pattern of distribution of A-properties without a difference in the worldwide pattern of distribution of B-properties." ---Brian McLaughlin, "Varieties of Supervenience" (1995).
Thought for the year:
"There was once a boy named Milo who didn't know what to do with himself---not just sometimes, but always. When he was in school he longed to be out, and when he was out he longed to be in. On the way he thought about coming home, and coming home he thought about going. Wherever he was he wished he were somewhere else, and when he got there he wondered why he'd bothered. Nothing really interested him---least of all the things that should have."
---If you need to ask what that's excerpted from, don't bother.
posted by Finnegan @ 10:23 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Your reference to Terri Schiavo struck me as a half-hearted at best. Terri as love object is an extremely overused topos.
Yes leave the schiavo material to nostradamus, and to a lesser extent to Actual God.
That's like saying leave Christianity to Paul, and to a lesser extent Jesus.
I'm afraid the Actual God may be correct. My teachings are based entirely upon his gospels.
In point of fact, gentleman, the belief system of Christianity owes a lot more to Paul than to Jesus.
In any case, I fell in love with Terri Schiavo---deep, passionate, physical/mental/emotional I'm going to kill myself if I can't have her love---way back in '01 or '02 (I know it was in high school) when I first saw those f'n HOT post-brain damage photos of her on HANNITY & colmes.
If either of you guys can beat that, then I suppose she's yours by rights. If not, so help me actual God I will fight you for her. I mean it. A real fist fight. Winner take Terri (kadosh shemo).
It's interesting that you would try to assert a temporal authority... Who is to say that time is even valid in the land of PVS? And as to your comment on Paul, I was hoping one of you bright muffins would chime in with that! Thanks!
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