magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Monday, January 23, 2006
lullaby of birdland
stan getz, thelonius monk, and miles davis. still the gods of jazz and sleepy afternoons. today's lectures were insufferably stuffy. kaur didn't help. missed 6 pages of lecture notes. i hope they fix the aircon soon.
nowindsurfing is as pointless as it sounds. but now im a qualified windsurfer! and hopefully able to tack and gybe and observe the starboard rule. hurhur. hope all the windsrfers have good fun tmr. i hate being poor.
sigur ros is lovely on cold nights.
+ fictions&fires
9:16 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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