November 2010
6 posts
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I don't think it's that easy...
I love me a good flowchart.
The End is Near
What did you tell people you wanted to do when you grew up? Many of us wanted to be cool things like a cowboy or the President. Some kids—bratty a-holes whom you never played with on the schoolyard—wanted to become highly-paid lawyers or actors. Still, some children endeavored to leave their classroom far, far behind and skate along the furthest reaches of human contact, to...
La Divina Sitcommedia
While putting off studying for my Social Psych/Physiological Psych/Statistics three-day test blowout (which begins on Thursday), I found a little test of concept I had drafted months and months ago. I had actually forgotten about it until I accidentally pulled it up.
I love Dante’s Inferno and I love television, so I had the idea of juxtaposing everything I abhor about writing and...
An Open Letter to My Suitemates
To Whom It May Concern,
I will first say, without doubt, that each of us (including Patrick, who has no culpability in what follows here) has contributed to make our dormitory residence a comfortable, a homely, and a relatively clean space. I furthermore have demonstrated and received utmost patience when certain intermittent factors—like my broken wrist or Sawyer’s current...
A Class Divided
Far be it from me to lecture, but my Social Psychology course tackled prejudice last week and I want to lecture. Don’t worry, I won’t try to champion myself over you with fancy psycholomogical lingo discussing the behavioral basis of why you’re a racist and how you are a cancer to the establishment of universal unbordered brotherhood. (But if you send me an e-mail, I’d...
