You belong somewhere out in the world, exploringand learning and spreading the knowledge thatyou find. When you love, that love will joinyou in your quest and believe as you do in aworld of spiritual energy that is stronger thananything humanity could normally even conceive,although you may be able to. Council those youencounter, give them your wisdom, and stay trueto yourself. Where do you belong?(ANIME IMAGES) brought to you by Quizilla Found on Onyxlynxx’s Journal.
Month: March 2004
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The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch
Ah, yes, I dare put Philip K. Dick into the “lit” department, which is where he absoutely belongs. On a strange and almost-hurtful day a few weeks ago I found one beautiful thing in Seoul; surely enough to prevent a Gomorrah, that one beautiful thing in such a city. It was a pile of novels by Philip K. Dick, whose writing is these days much more easily gotten, at least in the nation’s capital. And so, responding to several years’ curiosity, I purchased The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch and set it upon my shelf beneath such random books as …
I won’t say what happiness is…
… but happiness can be when you find yourself in bar in a strange country hollering out cheers in the local language and dancing with some hilarious tubby local girl who’s come up and grabbed you because it’s her big song, and when you look about and see the only other couple dancing in the bar is Thai and Kathleen and you holler attack, she joins you at full strength in a tango-styled joust-assault on them, clasped hands slamming into the couple’s sides… which is responded to with another attack in kind, until it all dissipates into silly laughter and …
Wait, Should I Be Angry?
Last week, I was laughing at Shawn being so annoyed… some of his perky young sophomore students, when leaving his classroom, saw me hanging around, waiting for him to finish up so I could give him back his tape machine. These girls stopped and went, “Oooh!” I said, “What?” “You is handsome man!” they said. One of them expanded upon this: “You look is like the Justin Timberlake!” she said, and winked, giving me the thumbs-up. Now, when I tell the story, I claim that I replied with a wicked tone, “And you look like Janet Jackson, baby, come on …