Two Kinds

The second day back from Spring Break, and I'm already overwhelmed. I know that this is a tired chorus by now, and that I probably just feel this way because I got two hours of sleep last night, but I cannot wait to see what the future brings. While Wellesley has been an enormously challenging and beneficial space for me, I'm ready to begin the next step.

But before I get to that point, I have to take care of a few minor things...

- "Two Kinds" by Cullen Omori, from New Misery (2016)

New Orleans

There are maybe a million and one things to write here, but from the airport all I can think is that this place is unlike anywhere else I've been, and difficult to understand, and absolutely vibrant. I can't wait to come back.

China Lights, City Park

This Living Hand

I'm trying to write a paper about this poem right now.

Concentrating on anything is very hard work.

"This living hand, now warm and capable"

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood,
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm’d. See, here it is—
I hold it towards you—

- written by John Keats in 1819, first published in 1898 by H.B. Forman

Still the Same

Back from the dead.

This is the only copy of this song I could find online, so I hope you're into Windows Movie Maker clips of song lyrics typed up in Lucida Calligraphy.

- "Still the Same" by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band, from Stranger in Town (1978)

I-69

Laughter, studying and a total lack of productivity.

- "I-69" by Roman GianArthur, released as a single in 2013

Up the Junction

I just made a website on Tumblr, which is a weird, confusing world. If you're also a Tumblr user, tell me and we can be Internet friends.

- "Up the Junction" by Squeeze, from Cool for Cats (1979)

Social Media and The Future

I just got out of a class meeting with an online magazine editor, who assured the class that social media is an inevitability. She told us that we best be curating positive online personae, which got me to thinking about this blog.

Because I've made a point not to attach my surname to this page, it doesn't come up in a Google search of my name. Which is great. But the things that do come up aren't so great either: a poorly-written letter to the editor, a mediocre poetry fragment, and a video of me telling a story in the least articulate way possible (please take my word for it rather than Googling for yourself).

The omnipresence of the Internet has meant that every stupid thing my generation has written or done is preserved for anyone to see. A bit of a scary thought, though it's certainly not an irreversible condemnation. Information increases exponentially, every day. We've come to an age where everything is a mouse-click away, where we have to be our own filters of access. The empowerment offered by those options is a relief, and almost makes up for their lack of privacy.

I could talk about this for days, but I have job applications to complete and personae to build. For reading this, I thank you more than "thank you" could ever convey.