4/25/09

"You're an experiment," she told him.

"What are you testing?"

"The truth. I want to tell you everything. I want to know if you'll still love me anyway."

4/24/09

PART A: It's not your fault.
PART B: It's mine.

4/23/09

shit man, the power of words.



by Jenny Holzer

4/8/09

INGREDIENTS
1 tablespoon unsalted butter
1/4 cup sliced almonds

1/2 pound snow peas, trimmed

2 teaspoons minced shallot

1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice


PREPARATION
Melt butter in medium skillet over medium heat. Add almonds and cook until golden and fragrant and butter begins to brown, stirring frequently, about 11/2 minutes. Add snow peas and shallot; sauté until snow peas are crisp-tender, 1 1/2 to 2 minutes. Remove skillet from heat; add lemon juice. Season to taste with salt and serve.


Refrigerated over night, this is the best spring afternoon snack.
Walking home from my philosophy of sex and love exam, the crossing guard stationed outside of our house asked if I was excited for Easter. "Of course," I told her. "But I'm not sure who's going to hide the easter eggs."

"Sometimes you just have to spoil yourself," she said.

4/7/09



Survey says?

Loan Shark - Voxtrot
I came to university to learn but I feel like all I've learnt is not to accept anything as true.

4/4/09

How good it must feel when the balloon is finally allowed to exhale.
Today during closing meditation, my yoga instructor began to read Jack Kerouac to us:

"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars"