End of Summer

Thursday, 22 August 2002

the sum­mer is over. it was a good sum­mer. i read very much. Its a tossup as to whether Walden or A Clockwork Orange was my fa­vorite read. Pretty dif­fer­ent books, eh? I wasn’t quite as ac­tive as I wished to be, but I got 6 more fenc­ing lessons than I ex­pected. I watched Lawrence of Arabia yes­ter­day. I wish they still made movies like they did back in the day. I also watched Gosford Park to­day. It was al­right, but noth­ing com­pared to Lawrence.

i leave for school on Saturday. I’m al­most to­tally packed and ready to bust out. Connersville is bor­ing bor­ing bor­ing. Especially when all your friends are al­ready back at school. stu­pid ND starts and ends a week af­ter every­one else. I’ve al­ready started read­ing some of the books for my classes. Yes, that is in­cred­i­bly nerdy, but its not so much to get ahead as the fact that the books are pretty damn in­ter­est­ing. right now i’m start­ing reel to real: race, sex, and class at the movies by bell hooks. it is pretty damn in­ter­est­ing so far.

A Clockwork Orange

Thursday, 30 May 2002


it took awhile to get used to the malenky slovos in A Clockwork Orange but once i got it through my gul­liver to un­der­stand what it meant to go out with your droo­gies and use your rooker in or­der to tol­chock some grahzny veck and smeck about while the red red krovvy flows due to a few knocks on the litso (i’m de­scrib­ing ul­tra-vi­o­lence), go­ing and find­ing some de­votchka with real hor­row­show grood­ies and razrezz her plat­ties and get a lit­tle bit of the old in-out in-out, and grab some pretty polly (or cut­ter, o my broth­ers) to put in the car­mans of my plat­ties, it filled my mozg with vi­sions of Bog and All the Heavenly Saints with fas­ci­na­tion. i vid­died very hor­ror­show the type of vesch that Burgess was go­ing for.

A Clockwork Orange func­tions on mul­ti­ple lev­els of mean­ing and seemed to me to fluc­tu­ate back and forth over nor­mal pro­saic forms and rad­i­cal ex­per­i­men­tal struc­tures. there are echoes of Orwell’s 1984 and a bit of the com­ing of age of A Separate Peace. but on the whole it seems that Burgess cre­ates a provoca­tive look at the ef­fects of a fu­ture in which a so­ci­ety has the power to ‘med­ically’ force con­for­mity on a per­son. this re­sults in a to­tal in­abil­ity of the brain­washed in­di­vid­ual to func­tion. (i be­lieve the un­der­ly­ing po­si­tion of this is that life = vi­o­lence and strug­gle = nat­u­ral com­pe­ti­tion). so when some­one is phys­i­cally un­able to com­pete, they are de­stroyed. read it my malenky lit­tle droogs and ptit­sas.

The Road Home

Thursday, 9 May 2002

5.9.02 INT. KEOUGH HALL RM 435 1:00pm DAY

all of the mar­mosets are gone, and so am i. this won’t be up­dated un­til i am back on the 20th. for those of you who want to know, here is my sum­mer read­ing list as it stands now (feel free to add to it).

  • fritz leiber;
  • art of zen and mo­tor­cy­cle main­te­nance;
  • lord of the flies;
  • 1984;
  • catcher in the rye;
  • the art of war;
  • book of five rings by miyamoto musashi;
  • den­nis mck­ier­nan;
  • clock­work or­ange;
  • high fi­delity;
  • on the road;
  • ham­let;
  • con­fed­er­acy of dunces;
  • gin­ger­man;
  • the naked and the dead;
  • good omens;
  • ridicu­lous rhymes (roald dahl);
  • at­las shrugged;
  • f scott fitzger­ald this side of par­adise;
  • some­thing by hem­ing­way

to­day i am road­trip­pin’

lis­ten­ing to The Road Home (a com­pi­la­tion CD i made)