It's been quite a long time since I updated. Sophomore year ended without any great fanfare or calamity, and an impossibly huge summer set in.

( General Summer Grumbling )

Enough of that whining, though! Actual summer events!

( My Grandfather Died )

So! On to...

( Otakon! )</span>

I'm hopin' for a good year.

More to come once I'm there. 

whosyourmegami's) birthday! </span>

I find myself out of Shakespeare 330 several minutes shy of my next class, but not enough to make heading back to the dorm worthwhile. Or, at least not worthwhile given the snow coming down in copious amounts that will never stick.

Bother.

And so I've decided to inflict some Shakespeare on all you poor blaggards who have me friended.

We just finished watching the Lawrence Fishburne version of Othello in Shakespeare.

For those who haven't seen it...I'd put this behind a spoiler tag, but it's the Moor of Venice. Iago's a bad guy. Othello does kill his wife.

For those of you who were justgoingtoreadittomorrowereallyandIjustspoileditforyou...sorry.

It takes the most depressing, heartbreaking play in the Shakespearean canon and manages to somehow invest it with more emotional involvement, make Iago sympathetic on a visceral level while at the same time underlining his horrible, horrible aims, and to top it off the sets and costume design are wonderful.

The cast is also almost painfully good. Really. I'm not sure who played Desdemona, but I think she had the platonic ideal of purity hidden in that hair of hers. Seeing her unfairful persecuted was heart wrenching. Kenneth Branagh played Iago with more sympathy than I thought possible for the character and just the right amount of venom.

Come to think of it, I have yet to dislike any of the Shakespearean renditions that Branagh has done or been in. 

Fishburne is wonderful as the titular character, though he seems almost flat when compared to Iago or Desdemona. This is more a comment on how good they were than anything else, though.

And now it's time for Philosophy of Science.

I have never read Naked Lunch, though a forlorn copy sits on our bathroom floor like some sort of bizarre used sock. It's an ungainly book, this edition of Burroughs, yellow and crackling and vaguely obscene. This is oddly appropriate, as the first words of worth in the book are about the obscenity charge that its author escaped during its publication.

I say I have never read Naked Lunch and I have not, not beyond the forward by another man or at least not beyond Burroughs confession of a sickness, a sickness that was addiction to junk, to opiate and to drug, at least not beyond his assertation that the hallucinogen is holy just as surely as the opiate is profane.

I have never done anything. I have never drank, I have never snorted sniffed injected swallowed smoked eaten of those things. It may have been a concious decision that I once forgot; it may have been a long string of subconcious decisions that appear, from the outside, like a choice.

I have no desire to imbibe and consume and don a new mask still wet from its birth and to be something new and false; some say the opposite occurs, and I wish to remove this old mask even less, as I am no longer aware whether or not there is a face beneath it.

I am addicted to time, wasting and devouring precious minutes and seconds in harmful, hateful, hellish waste activity, slaving away at a stove of nothing and reaping nothing for the cost  of moments and instances. 

Sometimes, I waste people.

Once, I was with a girl named Marietta. I think I loved her. I was horrible and left her, and that piece of myself that she has I have never seen since.

Once, I was with a girl named

hailgreatmoloch

and we were happy and we loved one another and then in summer I made a mistake and she still has that piece of myself but we still talk, and sometimes she lets me see it so it's ok. Her boy's name is 'Pip.'

And now I am with a girl named 

whosyourmegami

and I love her and we are happy and she has a piece of me

And that's quite wonderful.

And I realized that I hadn't posted in so long but so many different people had friended me for reasons I cannot guess at, so I introduced myself again.

This piece of me is public. You're welcome to use it, if you need it.

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