27 March 2008

some real collectanæ

i hate the academie française because they are linguistic fascists.

a businessman riding a velib down the center of rue St. Germain wearing lime green alligator skin shoes

eye-flirting is an art which cannot be successfully described in words, except maybe by a very talented poet. james blunt tried half-successfully, but it's hard to get the nuances of the electric rush right.



babylon road

a man with a briefcase jaywalking across the three lanes to the center of place de la madeleine, empty save one car coming at him in the middle lane. he holds his hand up in between a nazi/union solidarity salute and a force push to ward off the car as he continues to walk at exactly the same speed as the car slows for him.

we are the dreams of god

philosophy is the flailings of the human mind

people who think that nature is ordered or ideal have obviously never slept naked in the woods.

people suck at conceiving the form of god due to our inability to think outside a logical framework



english words i miss
awkward
nevermind
whatever
should
the "a" in aesthetic
irksome

the globalization of bread as a time-dependent good

please don't steal; add. i want to make a student publication (potential title: POMARIUM, or maybe just COLLECTANÆ—i've got an obvious weakness for that word) of such truck, probably starting next semester, if anyone is interested in helping or contributing.

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