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victormakesart) wrote2006-10-25 10:19 am
victormakesart) wrote2006-10-25 10:19 am
one leg, heartbreak, pirates and philosophy and irony!
This guy told me that he couldn't tell if I was heartbreakingly brilliant, or if I just said stuff. I told him I wouldn't tell him either way, so there! I'm rather immature sometimes, but he was asking for that answer, practically.
A stranger said that I looked like I could be in the mafia, but I was too nice. I think he meant my outfit. But, really, bowler hats are in style. Maybe.
A week ago, someone asked me who I was supposed to be. I decided to take that as a compliment.
The patch on my jacket of the skull and crossbones is still stained from that time Kim threw coffee on me, a long time ago. Which is sad, considering how many times I've washed it since then.
I saw a grackle with one leg. Usually when birds have one leg, they stand differently, but this one didn't. It was beautiful, eyes yellow and shining like colored aluminum.
I decided that it would be nice, after reading the Symposium (which was clearly set in a background of overindulgence and ostentatious behavior, where drinking and carousing can be rationalized within the boundaries of philosophic thought) to contextualize Aristotle within history. I wanted to explain the fundamental differences between Plato and his student. And I was right! Aristotle was so withdrawn and anti-ambition (a conclusion that I drew from the line "no one would desire to be a god" and the surrounding lines) because of societal changes after the loss of the Peloponnesian War. So...yeah. That was cool.
EDIT: Oh, yes! I forgot! Irony!
I watched a show the other day, two of them, really. One was about savants and it had a man named Kim.
The other was about feral children and it had a man named Victor.
A stranger said that I looked like I could be in the mafia, but I was too nice. I think he meant my outfit. But, really, bowler hats are in style. Maybe.
A week ago, someone asked me who I was supposed to be. I decided to take that as a compliment.
The patch on my jacket of the skull and crossbones is still stained from that time Kim threw coffee on me, a long time ago. Which is sad, considering how many times I've washed it since then.
I saw a grackle with one leg. Usually when birds have one leg, they stand differently, but this one didn't. It was beautiful, eyes yellow and shining like colored aluminum.
I decided that it would be nice, after reading the Symposium (which was clearly set in a background of overindulgence and ostentatious behavior, where drinking and carousing can be rationalized within the boundaries of philosophic thought) to contextualize Aristotle within history. I wanted to explain the fundamental differences between Plato and his student. And I was right! Aristotle was so withdrawn and anti-ambition (a conclusion that I drew from the line "no one would desire to be a god" and the surrounding lines) because of societal changes after the loss of the Peloponnesian War. So...yeah. That was cool.
EDIT: Oh, yes! I forgot! Irony!
I watched a show the other day, two of them, really. One was about savants and it had a man named Kim.
The other was about feral children and it had a man named Victor.
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"Also, that's some really weird stuff. A man named Kim, huh?"
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"Yes! Ain't it irony, there?"
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"Uh-huh! Also, the Aristotle thing is awesome."
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"Thanks! I was real proud of m'self."
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"I'm proud of ya too." He ruffles her hair.
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She grinned and squirmed, content. Pettings, yay! "Thank you."
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