I am not a writer, if I were a writer, I would write. That is not to say I haven’t written anything. Oh, believe you me, I have….
Thanks to the modern wonders of blogging programs, I no longer have to keep a running archive of my old rants and posts and crap. they are all available from the archive pages, by month, individual title or by category, ain’t technology great?
I spent a little time in grad school, studying philosophy. It was great fun —at the end, they wanted a little something to show my effort, and here it is, my little thesis in all it’s glory.
It’s certainly not the best thing ever written, but it did allow me for about 2 weeks, to consider myself the supreme, English and non Italian speaking expert on Gianni Vattimo. It is great if you can’t fall asleep. 2 pages of this crap and you’re out like a light. no kidding.
Not my words but….
You gotta check them out, I pay homage to a storytelling master, young B. Maloney
Posey:
According to heidegger, before there was poetry there was posey. well i thought i’d be clever and title my sub section of non prosey stuff posey. I have more, i need to type it and post it up, but until then….
I just dug up a little IM Transcript from the good ole days at J_p_ter. This is from when krucoff and i spent many hours reading goth girl poetry sites. at the time i wanted to setup a mega index of lonely, dark, brooding late teenage websites…instead i got this–yep you’re right, there’s not much difference at all, well except for eyeliner and boobs..anyway click here
So there was a coffee house at our friends, the Van Luchene’s (sp?), and i dusted off the ole spoke word favorite, Coffee Pot, Coffee Pot. It’s a joke really, but i love doing it live. Spoken word has to be one of the more self indulgent forms of expression, naturally, it’s a blast to make fun of, and well to do. Can you figure what this is really about? well for some, i’m sure coffee would be the woman of the story.
New:
I found this today, it was supposed to be my journal about working in NYC. like most things it only lasted a week. Notice how hard i am tryign to be thoughtful and philosophic, i don’t think it worked out quite right…