Archive for the ‘ Andy Fastow ’ Category
It looks like a New England model train landscape around here. (The tree outside my window has gone crazy within the last two days.) It’s kind of incredible– I know I didn’t have the opportunity to appreciate it last autumn, what with me being in the motherland. Not as if we’re in New England, anyway, but the [ READ MORE ]
As Black Rebel Motorcycle Club’s R. L. Been, sang: Tread softly, you tread on my dreams. Manifested as Andy Fastow. HAY, ANDAYYY. I’m completely kidding. I’m sitting at my desk on this quiet Sunday eve, gnawing on frozen Cadbury chocolate and pondering the book I just finished . . . Dan Brown’s latest turd, The Lost Symbol. [ READ MORE ]
I love Rodrigo y Gabriela. I can’t believe I’d never heard of them. I’ll have to thank my brother. In the meantime, I’m separating everything I own into piles on my floor. It’s distressing. Which book(s) should I bring? Which can’t I live without in a 3-month span? What DVDs should I sneak in my [ READ MORE ]
I think I was sleep-walking last night. ———————- 1 more project x 2 more meetings x 6 more papers= 12 more days, with interest. Indeterminable amount of drunk girls crying outside my window. Still don’t know what “D” I’m being for Daria’s party. Still haven’t typed up the Princeton Po-Fest notes. Or anything else. Just starin’ out the window, because [ READ MORE ]
“It’s no use lady.”“It isn’t?”“No. Forget it. You’re only fooling yourself.”“About what?”“About anything being worth a damn. It’s dust, lady, all of it, dust and blood. Don’t believe the dreams they pump you full of, and you won’t get hurt [. . .] You go through life looking for beauty, for greatness, for some sublime [ READ MORE ]
. . . why we lie awake. This is why we fight. And when we die, we will die with our arms unbound. Come to me, come to me now lay your arms around me. This is why we fight, come hell. “Zoot”, a song from a group of rallying miners. I almost wrote “minors”, [ READ MORE ]
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