Edit: A haiku in response to yesterday's poem:
don't mind happiness
today is a different kind
i'm so fucking bored
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Given that there's no school tomorrow, and that it's STILL snowing now, I need to think up something to do quick, so I don't end up rotting in front of my computer. I also just tried to tag this post with "snow" fourteen times, but Blogger refused to comply. I'm not sure as to why it would ever do such a thing.
Edit: We just dug the postman out of a thick snowbank. Makes me feel alive.
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look at yourself;
trapped with your coffee and your biscotti and
your chocolates
sitting by the fireplace you wish you had
look at yourself;
turning the cellophane on an architecture magazine
keys on a board
watching the outside turn from blue to gray to white
look at yourself;
wrapped up in a fleece blanket in
yesterday's old sweater
have you ever been happier being trapped?
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I believe I've just had my first sleepover in a long time yesterday. It wasn't going to be, but by midnight last night, the roads became unnavigable and my parents declared that they were staying home. So Yuval and I stayed up until 2AM until she fell asleep on the couch watching Marie Antoinette. At three she woke up and decided that the couch was probably not the best place to spend the night so we went upstairs and woke up at 7. Amounts to...4 hours of sleep?
Upon awakening, it's a white and blustery Valentines Day in Ithaca, New York. Temperature is 20 degrees Fahrenheit, accumulation is close to 24 inches, and the world as we know it has come to a standstill.
Even the television reflects the mood today; there's cooking show after knitting show after cooking show after woodworking show, after cooking show. That's the thing about blustery winter days. Everyone wants to cook. Including me. The heat of the oven, the radiance of the stove, the comfort of biting into fresh blueberry muffins...it's what we all desire. Succumb to your appetite and you will be rewarded. It's nothing but an extension of human survival.
And yes, it is indeed Valentines Day, but I can't help but muse on how many couples are really on their fur rugs under their crystal chandeliers by their fireplaces, getting it on, on a day like this. Call me a pessimist in a loveless world, but I'm pretty sure the number of those couples right now...is coherent.
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentines Day. ♥
living life detached
she knew of three elements
steel, concrete, and glass
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Bonne soiree from Montreal.
It's snowing outside; first day of snow this year for Montreal, and we were euh, lucky enough to catch it in full swing. It's dying down now, but there's reportedly 20 centimeters of snow on the ground, and visibility is limited to a couple hundred meters.
But in a way, it's beautiful too.
It seems like this is the way Montreal should look: concrete skyscrapers and traffic jams and surrounding hills, blanketed in a gray haze and caked in white. There's a special appeal to the aura to the city which is..ah, difficult to explain.
It's also about the people. They seems like snowy people. Not to mention quite friendly, and pretty.[21:32] inqualcanto: like. it's french girls in general, where they're often not hot, but they're really pretty
I was just out for dinner, and we were fortunate enough to snag a hotel in a very chic district. Zegna's in our basement. Their Champs Elysses is just two blocks away. I'm in Elysium. Then again, I didn't spend anything today. Instead, I'd like to think of it as...preliminary surveillance. A recon. An...information gathering operation.
[21:32] yuvali611acs: yea
[21:32] yuvali611acs: not ugly
[21:32] yuvali611acs: but just like
[21:33] inqualcanto: it's an "adorable" thing more than it is a "wanna bang her uhhh like a drum" thing
[21:33] yuvali611acs: if they have one "off" feature
[21:33] yuvali611acs: like their nose
Oh shit. I forgot to bring my sketchbook.
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It's Friday, December 8. Hit the snooze button at 7:30, and at around 7:45. Got up and began my morning rush. I made my bed, took a shower, got dressed, had a breakfast, brushed my teeth, got in the car and drove down to the high school to catch the first shuttle bus to ACS. By 8:32, I was on the bus, settling down for fifteen minutes of rest, when I suddenly realized...
Oh shit there's SNOW on the ground! Needless to say, I certainly panicked. It frightened me. I hate winter, I hate the cold, and while I don't hate snow, I hate what it represents. If you sit on your ass the whole day and be as lazy as I usually am, you generally won't die of Ithacan summers. But winter...oh yes, winter is fatally brutal here in beautiful Ithaca, New York.
Third period was spent debating on the subject of an article that basically denied the Holocaust. Certainly the article had little evidence, but what really made me angry was the amount of people who openly said "how could someone deny the Holocaust?" or "that's bullshit, of course the Holocaust happened!" I must say, I made a pretty convincing argument stating that if we didn't listen to these kinds of points of view, the kinds that come from people that we usually shun, we're being awfully close-minded. How could anyone in that classroom say truthfully that the Holocaust did occur? Just because the entire world believes it, does it mean it has to be true?
And isn't such dangerous ignorance part of what started the Holocaust? Didn't the Aryans believe that they were so righteous and so much more inferior than everyone else that they forgot to question reality? Wasn't it the blind belief in a history, in a moral code which no one thought of for themselves, but instead was passed onto them by a totalitarian dictator? I made some people pretty upset, I must say. I'm sorry I made them upset, and that they had to feel that way. But I'm not sorry for what I said. Needless to say, I didn't believe the revisionist article myself.
After school I walked with Sasha to his house in the cold, slippery snow. Stopped by John's Convenience Store to pick up some gum. The cashier accused me of trying to steal twice, and then he warned Sasha that "you better start watch step next time you come by." I walked out with no gum, but some powdered donuts containing 40% of my daily value in saturated fat. The remainder of the walk I could feel my arteries clogging up. Got to his house, played his Gamecube for a bit, then got picked up. I returned home, sliced up some bread and poured some olive oil. Then I sat down at my computer and checked my email. Xanga - Your Subscriptions Digest.
Oh yes, Xanga, that old thing. Anyways, I opened it up, got signed on, and started to read 2-year-old posts that had been formulated out of apathy and stupidity. There was a time I said "toodles." There was a time I was so into opera that I went and saw as many as I could. There was a time I tried to phish passwords off my friends just to see if they would take the bait, then I'd shove it in their face and laugh. There was a time I thought that "zomfgroflmfao" should have been in the OED.
I realized how much I missed being a 9th grader.
