Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"Of course, your Excellency. I'm baptized, and I was taught to read when I was a child."
"Then read this."
The convict already knows what it is he is asked to read; he knows, too, how the reading will end, because this joke has been repeated more than thirty times. Smekaloff, however, knows also that the convict is not his dupe any more than is the soldier who now holds the rod suspended over the unhappy victim's back. The convict begins to read; the soldier, armed with his rod, stands motionless. Smekaloff ceases even to smoke, raises his hand, and waits for a word agreed upon beforehand. At that word, which from some double meaning might be interpreted as an order to start, the lieutenant lets fall his hand and the flogging begins. The officer bursts into fits of laughter, and the troops all laugh with him; the executioner laughs too, as does the victim himself.
-From Fyodor Dostoevsky's The House of the Dead, 1862
*I don't think that the previous paragraph wass grammatically correct. But I don't have time to fix it.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Happy birthday Audrina. My gift to you is the ever-increasing knowledge that we were obviously meant for each other (plus making out)
What do you know! Tonight is my birthday party (even though the b-day was a few days ago), and now it turns out that it's my girlfriend's birthday, too! Audrina turns 24 today. The list of things that she and I have in common continues to grow:
-Both born in the month of May
-Both born in the fifth month of the year
-Both born in the eighties
-Both ridiculously attractive
-Both love each other intensely