January 17, 2002
The crazy imaginary lives people create in their minds endlessly amaze me. How interesting is it to see how many ways people can imagine to put themselves at the center of the universe? Nothing has meaning unless it is relative to the person in question, and then, if it is, it is the absolute truth of the universe. People become ensconced in their separate but endlessly overlapping worlds, though the overlap becomes obvious only..."When Words Collide"!
January 18, 2002
January 22, 2002
Talent is a curse. You discover you have a talent for something, and suddenly, you are burdened with that awful obligation, potential. Unfulfilled potential seems to be the highest crime known to humankind, easily outranking murder, assault and petty theft in the annoying persistence of its punishment.
Stop looking at me like that.
January 23, 2002
If by chance our paths should cross
But when you turn to look at me
January 24, 2002
she has an alter-ego named Roblyn...and talks to the spirit of Lenin in a spiritual language-of-the-people
she shared with us the people's wisdom, passed down throughout the ages...wisdom we could only dream of from reading the little we have been granted in the little red book
and reflecting upon that wisdom, i have finally come to understand both the true meaning of life and the reasoning behind the missing windows on the fourth floor
January 29, 2002
Only out of the most intense confusion comes true enlightenment.
Don't ever tell me otherwise.
February 2, 2002
What makes life exciting?
When this week's crisis ends, will another begin?
Do I care to wonder?
Do we need excitement in our lives?
Would I be happy if I only needed to exist?
Could we live without excitement?
What if complete peace follows the next conflict?
Do I want it?
February 6, 2002
What is your opinion on ASG raising the student activities fee? I don't really care, but if I don't ask you, I won't have the six reactions I need to write my story. And if I don't write my story, I'll get a bad grade in the class I'm not supposed to tell you I'm writing this for. Don't you care about my scholastic well-being? Do you want to see me fail? Fine, then! I didn't want to talk to you anyway! I hate you, I hate you all!
Oh...you didn't hear the question?
February 10, 2002
my day will consist of reading a biography of mobutu, the british polity, and my sociology textbook, perhaps with calculus thrown in for good measure. certainly, someone out there wants to stop me from doing all this work, but to that person i say, no, no, i must read today. to which that person responds, no, you do not want to. to which i reply, yes, indeed i do. to which that person retorts, no you are lying to yourself! to which i cry, perhaps, but i must sacrifice my fun on the altar of scholasticism sometime or alas, i will fail, and fail miserably at that. to which that person counters.......
February 13, 2002
Things I could give up for Lent:
February 19, 2002
"Me, I've never shied away from exposing myself to foreign ways of life: From drinking margaritas in Key West to riding the teacups at Disneyland, I've been a lot of places and seen a lot of things. But when I took a trip to the Great White North last month, I had no idea how much it would broaden my horizons and open up my mind.
"Case in point: the food. While I was in downtown Toronto looking for a place to eat, just something simple like a McDonald's or Hardee's, I came across a restaurant I'd never seen before called Mr. Sub. I figured, "Hey, when in Rome..." ... I got a "Great Canadian Sub" so I'd get the full Canadian experience. And guess what? It was great. Just goes to show what can happen when you leave yourself open to new experiences." (From The Onion)
February 22, 2002
"Did you know that Canada also has a space needle? I figured Seattle was the only place to have one, but Canada has one, too. Except it's called the CN Tower. It's amazing how you can have two totally different countries and still have a common thread that binds them. ...
"I'm really glad I got the opportunity to take in the wonders of Canada before it got too Americanized. It would be a shame to see something uniquely Canadian like the Hockey Hall Of Fame turn into our Baseball Hall Of Fame.
"When I finally made it back home, I started to see things through a different lens. I no longer viewed the world as being all the same. Now I see it for what it is: America and a bunch of other places with subtle differences from us." (From The Onion)
February 25, 2002
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
And as in uffish thought he stood,
(From Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky")
March 7, 2002
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
But four young Oysters hurried up,
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
(from Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)
March 15, 2002
Today, I received three boxes of caffeinated mints. Someone thinks I need to be on speed.
I saw a squirrel run straight down the tree trunk outside my fourth floor window. It did not fall; in fact it managed to jump from there onto a shaky nearby branch. I wish I could do that. It would be so much easier than climbing down the stairs.
March 18, 2002
The squirrel outside my window today has a somewhat slim tail. It looks pretty ratty, actually, but the squirrel manages to cover up the tail's inadequacies by making each scrawny hair stand on end so that the tail resembles a bottlebrush. The tail is also remarkably orange-colored, and skittering behind the squirrel as it races down the tree trunk, it has a fiery appearance.
If I squint, I can tell myself a fire is chasing that stupid squirrel out of my tree.
March 19, 2002
Today's squirrel friend is carrying a dead leaf up to one of the tree's topmost branches. Yes, a dead leaf. I did not believe this at first, but I stared intently at the item for a good 30 seconds, and indeed, it was a bit of foilage well past its prime. This squirrel, who already has a somewhat stupid appearance considering its cargo, has chosen to prance up the trunk in the manner of a puppy. Despite its ridiculous hopping, it continues to defy gravity.
March 21, 2002
Next to the big tree is another, smaller tree with considerably weaker branches. When the squirrels who run up the big tree reach the point where a branch from the smaller tree nearly touches the trunk, they almost always leap onto the tenuous end of the tiny branch. It bends perilously under the weight, but somehow, the squirrels always manage to scurry across to the solid trunk. It seems almost like a rite of passage.
Perhaps we will never fully understand the profound mystery of squirrel society.
April 11, 2002
Hope is the thing with feathers
April 17, 2002
Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In what distant deeps or skies
And what shoulder and what art
What the hammer? What the chain?
(William Blake, "Tyger")
April 20, 2002
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Kubla Khan")
April 30, 2002
I am out of humanity's reach;
(William Cowper, "The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk")
May 11, 2002
Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into myself, I see that
there are really no liars or lies after all,
(Walt Whitman, "All is Truth")
May 15, 2002
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
May 24, 2002
To the Heavens above us
All thought, all desires,
(Rudyard Kipling, "An Astrologer's Song")
May 30, 2002
Because I could not stop for Death,
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
We paused before a house that seemed
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
June 10, 2002
Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper.
(Carl Sandburg, "The Sphinx")
June 16, 2002
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
June 27, 2002
No weather will be found in this book.
Of course weather is necessary to a narrative of human experience. That is conceded. But it ought to be put where it will not be in the way; where it will not interrupt the flow of the narrative. And it ought to be the ablest weather that can be had, not ignorant, poor-quality, amateur weather. Weather is a literary specialty ... So it has seemed wisest to borrow such weather as is necessary for the book from qualified and recognized experts -- giving credit, of course. This weather will be found over in the back part of the book, out of the way. See Appendix. The reader is requested to turn over and help himself from time to time as he goes along.
August 2, 2002
Then came the night of the first falling star. It was seen early in the morning, rushing over Winchester eastward, a line of flame high in the atmosphere. Hundreds must have seen it, and taken it for an ordinary falling star.
The Thing itself lay almost entirely buried in sand, amidst the scattered splinters of a fir tree it had shivered to fragments in its descent.
He noticed with a start that some of the grey clinker, the ashy incrustation that covered the meteorite, was falling off the circular edge of the end. It was dropping off in flakes and raining down upon the sand. A large piece suddenly came off and fell with a sharp noise that brought his heart into his mouth.
(H. G. Wells, The War of the Worlds)
August 30, 2002
Stars shine on velvet seascapes
Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flight
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
("The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam")
© 2002 Colleen Fischer | Last updated October 21, 2002