A favorite (i.e., the most insane) English professor/poet of mine recently died and regardless of whether he's now in some better place, I know I'll never again be able to discuss films or comics or literature with him, I'll never again be able to listen to his head-spinning lectures of circumlocution, and I'll never again be able to hear that jovial yet maniacal cackle of his, and I'll never again experience the awe of sitting in one of his classes where he would no doubt indulge us with awkward personal stories like the time he first fondled a woman. He was pessimistic and weary of humanity and the human condition yet he was animatedly, uproariously, savagely passionate about the amount of beauty and wonder in the world. I posted his Great American Haiku above and I'll stop soon for the sake of sounding cheesy. I would not be nearly as cynical if he'd not have been my professor and I wouldn't have had it any other fucking way.
On a lighter note...
This sign is great because 1) rape just isn't cool, folks, and this picture perfectly illustrates my No-Rape philosophy, and 2) that guy's face cracks me up.
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By the way, I'm leaving for Japan on the 24th, for at least a year, to teach conversational English.
On a lighter note...
This sign is great because 1) rape just isn't cool, folks, and this picture perfectly illustrates my No-Rape philosophy, and 2) that guy's face cracks me up.
word
By the way, I'm leaving for Japan on the 24th, for at least a year, to teach conversational English.
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Remember... stay away from the "ground zero" spots of Hiroshima and Nagasaki between August 1st and August 15th after dark, and especially all day August 6th for Hiroshima and August 9th for Nagasaki, those are the days the US dropped the bombs on those cities back in 1945. A grudge is still expressed by the decendants.