Maybe it’s something in the water, or quite possibly the floral borders that perpetuate through the house are responsible. Indeed, I am not the only one whose mind has been invaded for a spell—though maybe abandoned is a better word. jimi too has complained recently of a mind ...

Some fragmentary thoughts of mine regarding Marlow's Faustus: The euphoric pleasure of power, of which even the desire is a part of, must have slowly destroyed all of his other senses and left him in a fetal position craving for his uber drug. Nothing else would satisfy this gnawing sensation, ...

Kafka's The Trial was finished by me the other evening. It was certainly a fascinating book--I was deeply intrigued with his unique style and outlook when I read The Castle last year, and reading another of his works stirred me again, though maybe not so deeply. The first ...

I've been reading a heck of lot in the last few days. I slammed through Catcher in the Rye in a day and a half and I am now deeply enmeshed in some Kafka. Maybe my mind is ordering itself for the impending scholastic invasion. Believe it ...

I played soccer last night with some friends and some other random Mexicans. Actually, some of the random Mexicans were identical with the random Mexicans I played soccer with last Friday night. I wish I knew Spanish sometimes, there would definitely be the potential for more meaningful communication. ...

Contrary to what the title of this post suggests, I don't have food poisoning, yet rather am savoring memories of lunch at some random chinese joint in Worthington with Quintana that occured slightly earlier on this ridiculously warm day. Definitely excelllent. My mental electrons have been stirred to action regarding ...

Well here it is dear friends, in honor of Trevor I have posted the ancient and quite famous "hack-o-meter" which I contrived (with the help of Trevor and Caleb) long ago. This is valuable information--read carefully and adjust your life. The Official hack-o-meter … revised 6.9.02 The Knox Scale (in units of ...

My workday was almost over, and as I prepared to depart, fresh faces were appearing ready to take on where we were leaving off. “Tim,” exclaimed Frank, “how are you doing?” “Pretty good Frank, how are you—how was your week?” I replied. “Good,” grins Frank, “I’m 21 ...

I am a shockingly "lucky" person indeed. Quite frankly, I think the stars on the day of my birth were aligned perfectly at the most splendid place in the universe; either that, or I have an exceptionally powerful fairy godmother. Whatever it is, the truth of my fortune ...

Dan, can I say the eulogy (just in case...)? PS. For those who view mortality as merely passe, I have included an interesting passage about the power of images. Behold the ode, the veritable monument (if you will) to Dan, then skate your eyes on by ...