A lesson

One has to learn life before he can learn literature.

NEW MOTTO

Get Fucked or go home

Quote of the Day

“I just came back from the mayor’s house, yeah I’m a little drunk.”

About Me

yeah, I nailed him.

A wandering Jew wondering if he’s even Jewish.

Quote of the day

“I don’t wear underwear; I think they’re patriarchal,” she said.

vicarious living

Sorry I haven’t been updating much recently, I’ve been living vicariously through this guy:

Where’s my lap dog?

All I ever wanted was a Chekhovian affair. It’s watermelon season, after all. Right about now, I’d even settle for a Buninian farce. Instead, I was dealt a Dostoyevskian tragedy.

All I can hope for now is a Tolstoyian death.

Here, I summarized this entire fiasco in convenient catchy audio clip:

Lazy in Love

the epistemological I

I get my racism from my mother and my sexism from my father. Could be worse: could be the other way. Imaging getting your misogyny from your mother. Add to that proverbial Oedipal dimension (as though it wasn’t always already there), and you are attracted to a woman who hates all women (because they are all potential thieves of her son? [I wanted to say 'lovers,' but who am I kidding]). I imagine such domestic situations are not uncommon. So, I guess some have it worse than me. C’est la vie.

Only in the books written in earlier times did she sometime think she found some faint idea of what it might be like to be alive

--Sebald, Austerlitz

The Russian Danny Tanner

He’s name is Eugene, naturally.

Best is when he uses  his daughter’s back as a dartboard.