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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

"Umm...I'll pass."
"Oh, good, I get to bottom...AHH! I can't call!"
"I'm tempted to order you up, just for the fun of it...but pass."
"Hmm, should I bottom my partner's bottoms or pick it up?...Well, it can't get any worse." Flip. "I take that back, it just did."
"Well, I don't know...pass, I guess."
"Can't call...but you should call these."
"I'm not calling anything!"
"Can I call crap?"

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
In the desert of our loss
Then perhaps we'll smile again
Happy, careless, holding hands

But when you turn to look at me
You can't contend with what you see
Then I'll run and hide again
Never to feel the warmth of friends

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?

Do you?

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! 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:
1. Going to class
2. Studying
3. Reading
4. Doing homework
5. Updating my profile

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
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrave.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jujub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

(From Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky")

March 7, 2002

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."


But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat --
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.


"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings."

(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
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

(Emily Dickinson)

April 17, 2002

Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

(William Blake, "Tyger")

April 20, 2002

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Kubla Khan")

April 30, 2002

I am out of humanity's reach;
I must finish my journey alone;
Never hear the sweet music of speech--
I start at the sound of my own;
The beasts that roam over the plain
My form with indifference see--
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is shocking to me.

(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,
And nothing fails its perfect return--And that what are called lies are perfect returns,
And that each thing exactly represents itself, and what has preceded it,
And that the truth includes all, and is compact, just as much as space is compact,
And that there is no law or vacuum in the amount of the truth--but that all is truth without exception;
And henceforth I will go celebrate anything I see or am,
And sing and laugh, and deny nothing.

(Walt Whitman, "All is Truth")

May 15, 2002

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

(Emily Dickinson)

May 24, 2002

To the Heavens above us
O look and behold
The Planets that love us
All harnessed in gold!
What chariots, what horses
Against us shall bide
While the Stars in their courses
Do fight on our side?

All thought, all desires,
That are under the sun,
Are one with their fires,
As we also are one:
All matter, all spirit,
All fashion, all frame,
Receive and inherit
Their strength from the same.

(Rudyard Kipling, "An Astrologer's Song")

May 30, 2002

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.


We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

(Emily Dickinson)

June 10, 2002

Close-mouthed you sat five thousand years and never let out a whisper.
Processions came by, marchers, asking questions you answered with grey eyes never blinking, shut lips never talking.
Not one croak of anything you know has come from your cat crouch of ages.
I am one of those who know all you know and I keep my questions: I know the answers you hold.

(Carl Sandburg, "The Sphinx")

June 16, 2002

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.


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.

(Mark Twain)

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
Dancing foam dreams of heaven
Floating, flying, free
Freshness in eternal movement
Stars swimming
Horizons lost in mist

October 20, 2002

Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultán's Turret with a Shaft of Light.

Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshýd and Kaikobád away.

("The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam")

© 2002 Colleen Fischer | Last updated October 21, 2002