Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
BIG FAVOR, POR FAVOR
So I got this e-mail from my sister:
man i dont have a torrent downloader or whatever on my mac. im at my new apt now. can you download the ab ripper x video (i think this is only half but if you can find a whole video, cool) for me? maybe you can use it to! be a pal, al.
liezel
At first I was thinking to myself, ab ripper x? Is that some app to rip DVDs or something? Then after letting it simmer in my mind a little bit I finally realized Ab Ripper X was a workout video and that my sister indirectly called me fat. hahaha
man i dont have a torrent downloader or whatever on my mac. im at my new apt now. can you download the ab ripper x video (i think this is only half but if you can find a whole video, cool) for me? maybe you can use it to! be a pal, al.
liezel
At first I was thinking to myself, ab ripper x? Is that some app to rip DVDs or something? Then after letting it simmer in my mind a little bit I finally realized Ab Ripper X was a workout video and that my sister indirectly called me fat. hahaha
Friday, May 22, 2009
Bacc That Mass Up
Whoa, has it seriously been exactly one year since I was sitting on the Liccardo Lawn for Baccalaureate Mass? I randomly remember getting new glasses the same day too. haha Anyways, I just wanted to post this poem they read during the mass. It really puts things into perspective for me.
"In the evening we shall be examined on love" by Thomas Centolella
In the evening, we shall be examined on LOVE.
And it won’t be multiple-choice,
though some of us would prefer it that way.
Neither will it be essay, which tempts us to run on
when we should be sticking to the point, if not together.
In the evening, there will be implications
our fear will turn to complications. No cheating,
we’ll be told, and we’ll try to figure the cost of being true
to ourselves. In the evening, when the sky has turned
that certain blue, blue of exam books, blue of no more
daily evasions, we shall climb the hill as the light empties
and park our tired bodies on a bench above the city
and try to fill in the blanks. And we won’t be tested
like defendants on trial, cross-examined
till one of us breaks down, guilty as charged. No,
in the evening, after the day has refused to testify,
we shall be examined on Love, like students
who don’t even recall signing up for the course
and now must take their orals, forced to speak for once
from the heart and not off the top of their heads.
And when the evening is over and it’s late,
the student body asleep, even the great teachers
retired for the night, we shall stay up
and run back over the questions, each in our own way:
what’s true, what’s false, what unknown quantity
will balance the equation, what it would mean many years from now
to look back and know
We did not fail.
"In the evening we shall be examined on love" by Thomas Centolella
In the evening, we shall be examined on LOVE.
And it won’t be multiple-choice,
though some of us would prefer it that way.
Neither will it be essay, which tempts us to run on
when we should be sticking to the point, if not together.
In the evening, there will be implications
our fear will turn to complications. No cheating,
we’ll be told, and we’ll try to figure the cost of being true
to ourselves. In the evening, when the sky has turned
that certain blue, blue of exam books, blue of no more
daily evasions, we shall climb the hill as the light empties
and park our tired bodies on a bench above the city
and try to fill in the blanks. And we won’t be tested
like defendants on trial, cross-examined
till one of us breaks down, guilty as charged. No,
in the evening, after the day has refused to testify,
we shall be examined on Love, like students
who don’t even recall signing up for the course
and now must take their orals, forced to speak for once
from the heart and not off the top of their heads.
And when the evening is over and it’s late,
the student body asleep, even the great teachers
retired for the night, we shall stay up
and run back over the questions, each in our own way:
what’s true, what’s false, what unknown quantity
will balance the equation, what it would mean many years from now
to look back and know
We did not fail.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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