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Year: 2003

Despite It All

Posted on February 17, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

The human skull is s a sight to behold, with its hollowed eyes and the curious arrangement of teeth that lock it into a perpetual grin. When most people see a skull, their thoughts immediately turn to death and to an intangible feeling of loss. But whenever I see one, I feel a renewed sense…

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No More Poetry

Posted on February 14, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

A few minutes before my audit class began, I heard, above the chattering classroom banter, one of my female classmates proudly exclaim, “I hate poetry.” I glanced over once she said it, saw her sincere little grin, and I could tell she really meant it. It’s moments like this one that remind me why I…

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The Truest Things I Heard All Weekend

Posted on February 10, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

“What if you fell in love with a girl, but later you found out that she was really a guy? Could you stay in love with the person while knowing that? Probably not. And you know what that says about love? It’s bullshit.” (said to a table of four) “You know what we should do?…

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Don’t I Know You?

Posted on February 6, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Today, during a conversation with my classmate, Juan, I discovered that he and I met a while back through a mutual friend named Mike Chang. Juan seemed so sure of his story, and he insisted so convincingly, that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I’d never met this Mike Chang. It’s no…

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Possum Attack

Posted on February 2, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

There’s a possum loose in my backyard. Normally I wouldn’t really stress about that kind of thing; but lately, the pest has really been getting to me. It sucks having to clean up the messes it makes. It raids my trashcans and smears everything across the ground—and scooping up its droppings isn’t all that fun…

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Moral Continuity

Posted on February 1, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Jack: If a guy ever attempts to turn your attention to his exposed scrotum, you should kick him… and kick him hard. There’s no excuse for that.Kevin: what if it’s a chick with exposed breasts?Jack: Then you express your sincere gratitude and do your thing.Kevin: ah yes, the double standardJack: No, it’s not a double…

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Absolutely Nothing

Posted on January 29, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

  All over campus I see people walking around with handwritten signs attached to their backpacks that read, “NO WAR.” Now I’m not a big fan of Bush’s calls for war myself, but I find it hard to take these silly little signs seriously. To be fair, I do respect the people that bear these…

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Smoke From All Around

Posted on January 28, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

I’m sick of hearing about sports fans that riot after a big game. Are people’s lives so bankrupt that they feel the need to break shit every time a major sporting event comes to an end? I don’t know what the situation was like in Tampa Bay, but I do know that, after the Super…

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Click on This Directionless, Unsolicited Link Now!

Posted on January 27, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

I’m really amused by pop-up ads that ask, “Don’t you hate pop-ups?” It’s fun to pretend that those little bastards are actually on our side, and that they’re doing us a favor by defecting and selling out their buddies. Let’s be honest: there’s really no lower form of life than the pop-up traitor.

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Oversensitive

Posted on January 22, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

It’s definitely diet time. Since August, I’ve gained about fifteen pounds, which hasn’t made me feel all that great. But just a few days ago, my mother noticed that I look “rounder in the face.” That comment was all it took to guilt me back into exercising again. When your own mother calls you a…

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It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.~Nick HornbySource: High Fidelity
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