How much suffering will learning’s name impose, Until at last these learnéd things fall short And fail to pacify the hell, Of life in educated misery…. An enigma; yet just as bound by laws of flesh and bone; We only fool ourselves with fantasies Of evading the world’s corporeality.
Epuni and the natives took Awhanga before Mr. Murphy, who awarded the pig to the natives, who had brought it from “Waiderop.”… John’s College on July 3rd, 1846: “I hope Mita Uru (Mr. Yule) will look out for a comfortable vessel for you to come up in, at any rate more comfortable than the Swan for she was wretchedly uncomfortable, and I hope that he will not trade along the Coast with you on board and make a floating pig-sty of her, for if he does that will be another source of discomfort as it was with us. [From Chapter X.
I quickly realized I had struck gold; “Tonight Tonight” was just a warmup, quite an epic one at that, but still—very much still a warmup for the main event: the buzz-sawing Zero; the crushingly distorted Bodies; Bullet With Butterfly Wings, with its hilarious chorus, “Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage”.
…>While it is not clear to me if the motivating power of death metal is generating a vanguard of energetic youth or drawing artistic and creative young people into a trap of naive individualism, I believe that the political significance of musical sound is rooted in the meanings that the participants constitute and the consequences of those meanings for the participants’ lives and the larger society.
Most people don’t believe in ADHD.1
Then they meet me.2
“Elinor saw nothing to censure in him but a propensity of saying too much what he thought on every occasion, without attention to persons or circumstances. In hastily forming and giving his opinion of other people, in sacrificing general politeness to the enjoyment of [...]
Newly born: the softwares page (not much there, but still!!)
Given the 12 years it took Orden Ogan to release two full-length albums (their first, “Tesimonium A.D.” landed in 2004), the maturity of their sophomoric release, “Vale” is only slightly less surprising than it otherwise would be. Appearing (for me) from seemingly out of no-where, Orden Ogan have rekindled a sense of excitement not often [...]
The old VHS tape clicks into motion—rotational to lineal to magnetic to image.
The air is filled with echoes of deep past—I feel reverberations, but this might as well be my primary source. The camera settles on a fidgety boy of about five years, happiness and innocence bubbling from his grinning face. He begins his joke [...]
Most people don’t believe in ADHD. Then they meet me.
Ohhh, so that’s it…!
Yeah.
Well, I’ll be…
As part of my gradual shift from the cute, but useless/pointless domains I registered at first, to something more sensible (hehe), I have now officially moved this blog from writing.yulebomb.net to blog.writenothing.com — the http://writenothing.com identity is now pretty much self-contained (at least the two main pages it links to are now on the same domain). Yay.
He walks by sliding his chin back and forth through the air, swimming forwards, the rest of his body trailing behind. He wears the blue uniform of an off-duty athlete proudly. His hair is slicked back impeccably, like a real Italian, or perhaps an American Psycho.
