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All the World is Draped in Precious Hues

Posted on July 6, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

As most of you probably know, I’m home from Europe. Times were good, some times were great, and some times were less than mediocre. Typical traveling experience, no? Europe has inspired me. I feel like picking up a bunch of foreign language books and start learning Italian, French, and German. I need history books and…

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Thoughts of Home

Posted on June 29, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

All is well in Florence, Italy. Right now, I’m sitting in an internet cafe. Here in Europe, I’ve seen so many things that I once only knew from textbooks. Pretty sweet. Sometimes I wish my mom wouldn’t fawn over me so much. Eh, I know she means well. Santa Bear is enjoying himself on his…

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Leaving on a Jet Plane

Posted on June 19, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Suddenly and quite unexpectedly, Santa Bear has fled the country on a whim. When I woke up in the morning, I discovered a letter lying in his usual sitting spot. The following is an excerpt from Santa Bear’s letter, which spans 12 pages: In short, I’m sick of being cooped up in this house. When…

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Or Maybe I Could Just Sit at Home and Read

Posted on June 15, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Last night I dreamed I was out with my friends in some club. I drank, I danced, and as far as I can tell, I didn’t make an ass of myself. Drinking and dancing is a fun event, but that was kind of a boring dream. Where were the monsters, scantily clad women, Muppets, talking…

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Head Over Feet, Girl

Posted on June 14, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

The funny thing about unrequited love is that it never seems to quit. I guess that’s another reason to call it “unrequited” love. Yes yes, it’s just a pun. I know my line of reasoning relies solely on word play. Life is funny though, huh? Here I am, wondering if I’ll ever stop caring for…

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Sweet Release

Posted on June 13, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Summer, how I’ve longed all school year to be back in your restful embrace, your warm, gentle winds easing my thoughts and caressing my callous skin. I finally have an opportunity to invest my time in something that I actually enjoy: reading a book without having to write a damn analytical essay afterwards. My book…

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The Little Essay That Couldn’t

Posted on June 12, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

So then I said to her, “that’s not my foot!” And we laughed and laughed…

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Life Should Be Like a Corona Commercial

Posted on June 8, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Is it so wrong to eat an apricot without peeling it’s fuzzy skin? What about a peach? Ah, that’s the kind of question that I love asking: questions of the summer season. For God’s sake, it’s so close. Why can’t my paper write itself?

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Today, I Am a Man (i.e. Yet Another Initiated Fool)

Posted on May 18, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I finally did something that felt appropriately 21. My old friend Angela took me to a bikini bar and treated me to drinks, dinner, and dollar bills for tipping. Believe it or not, she practically had to drag me into that place. In the past, I’ve always stayed away from places like that because I…

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Humbug. Yes Mother, You Know I Love You.

Posted on May 12, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

It’s Mothers’ Day, and my brother and I both chipped in on some flowers for our mom. I wonder how closely the price of those flowers matches their true economic value. Bah, I guess capitalism knows what it’s doing.

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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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