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Name: Michael
Location: Texas, United States
Birthday: 2/8/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: guitar, piano, music in general; sketching; reading; learning, thinking, analyzing.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/8/2003
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| GRAY ROOM
by Wallace Stevens
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.
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| TALIESEN is the school frank lloyd wright established. unfortunately i
don't remember much from school, but i think he was trying to represent his principles of the organic style and usonianism.
from what i've heard, it was a bit cult-like, and he mainly just
did it for money from rich kids who were his students but
more or less just hung out and did errands for him. that's flw...
so, i was wondering tonight {not for the first time} WHY people,
including me, write away messages or xanga entries for specific
people - inside jokes, bitter insults, rhetorical questions, and the
like - but never put the actual name of the person{s} it's intended
for. most of the time i assume they aren't for me, but i can't help but
wonder, and play with the idea of why someone might say such things to
me.
why do we do it? to be more inclusive? to seem more
interesting? to maintain our privacy? so we can deny the repercussions?
maybe we assume that the intended person will automatically
understand.. but what if they don't? then the words are
just words, and no one knows why they're there. it's probably all of
these.
it's hard spending those single-song credits on ITUNES because i don't
want to buy songs from albums i'll buy later. so i'm always searching
for rare tracks or one-hit-wonders.. but yeah, this is a laughable feeling for most people who download whatever they wish
SUMMER is coming to a close. i'm looking forward to living in an
apartment for the first time, but i won't be spending ten days fixing it up like i originally planned. i've decided instead
to spend what time i have in arlington, because i'll be in austin for
two more semesters, but i won't be seeing the arlington people til next
december, and then next summer, assuming all our summer plans end up in
dfw, which is uncommon. i think i'm supposed to be productive for the
remainder of my summers. internships or work and all that. hm.. just
another indication that we're all growing up.
i READ harry potter & the half-blood prince. tis nice to see how
the hogwarts kids are doing, but as a book i still prefer #'s 3 and 4.
i'm currently reading 'mere christianity' and 'through painted
deserts.' both are good. cs lewis brings up some interesting points
though i haven't wrapped my head around all of em yet. it's hard for me
to read apologeticistic books sometimes, even the well-written ones,
because usually my mind is racing with questions because there's always
a million ways to approach something, but i can't exactly ask the
author all my questions on the spot. i can only hope they answer them
later. but that usually doesn't happen, and i have to look for other
sources. {i'm often told i think too much..} i'm really enjoying
'through painted deserts.' donald miller's prose is very poetic this
time, more so than in his later books, probably also due to the subject
matter. for those who haven't read his book 'blue like jazz' yet, i
highly recommend it. highly. tell me if you want a copy or just go out
and buy one at your local bookstore.
is that enough wondering for the day? i'd have to write more
if people want more diary-like entries.. in the sense of what i've been
up to. eh. so many xanga styles. enjoy school, kids.
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| when will you stop asking me to buy my happiness? when will you stop feeding me temporary solutions?
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| so.. what was that, four entries in a month? must be a record for the year. then again, this entry comes a month later. hooray.
on language: lately i'm considering that since i think more than i
speak, and i tend to think more conceptually than linguistically (if
that makes sense), that i've never committed to any certain catch
phrases. for example.. standard greetings, thanks, insults, and retorts
are lost upon me. in conversations i find myself using words people
haven't commonly used for decades. it still fits, it's just.. uncommon.
obviously i still use certain phrases commonly, but i
think i'm flexible. i just use the vernacular because it's easiest to
communicate my thoughts that way. i don't know why i think you'd want
to know this. maybe some of you can affirm or deny this. anyways-
lately: i haven't been home much. i spent three weeks out of five in
austin doing construction work, with the days inbetween spent on a
family vacation in wisconsin and chicago. i really should've planned the
vacation better, because those areas have so much to see in terms of
architecture {my parents say our vacations will never be the same
anymore because of my new major..}. i did see frank lloyd wright's
robie house and home and studio, but unfortunately i must say i'm
unimpressed. to be fair, the robie house isn't anywhere near restored,
and homes are simply different when they're turned into a musuem/gift
shop where you can't even percieve it as a home any longer.. but i
think the darkness and the smallness of the spaces wasn't my thing.
i didn't get a chance to see taliesen up in wisconsin because i didn't
realize it was there xP us having only studied taliesen west explicitly
in survey iii.. all-in-all, the rem koolhaas student center at IIT
impressed me the most. mies' buildings didn't seem to be aging well,
and crown hall was completely closed off due to rennovations. i hope
you appreciate this large block of text.
i've now updated you roughly through mid-july. more to come.. goodnight.
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| don't want to deal with easy html, so no lines in this entry.
i feel a lot of angst sometimes. i probably appear calm 95% of the time, but i do. some of you have accidentally tapped into it, then probably received more information than you cared to know. i believe everyone feels it, to some extent. most of the art i enjoy is filled with it. everyone's saying, more or less, "we've gotta get out of here." we've gotta break out of the rut, the cycles, the norms. and i agree. but i don't know how. the whole thing is rather steeped in emotions and mystery. and the whole point of the rut is that it's hard to get out. and where's the between balance of confronting, escaping, or accepting?
so, perhaps these statements are boring because angst is popular these days. and i just fall into some category of angsty people. but whatever, that's simply what's on my mind these days.
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