April is the cruellest month

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 21:20:57 GMT

This mobile makes me want to have babies just so I have an excuse to buy it:

http://cgi.ebay.com/RARE-Disney-Original-The-Lion-King-BABY-CRIB-MOBILE_W0QQitemZ290329078081QQcmdZViewItemQQptZBaby_Toys?hash=item4398f62941&_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&_trkparms=65%3A12|66%3A2|39%3A1|72%3A1205|293%3A1|294%3A50

and it plays "I Just Can't Wait to Be King!"

Harry Potter + Politics

Sat, 11 Apr 2009 02:09:06 GMT

So, one of the coolest things ever has happened: I'm writing a paper on Harry Potter.

My thesis is that HP is an anti-terrorism/fascism story and I'm examining the "trauma" of Harry as a victim of terrorism. To make this more complicated, I'm contrasting him with Oskar Schnell from Johnathan Safran Foer's "Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close" who recovers from the trauma of losing his father in the 9/11 attacks.

I have done a lot of research, but have found that most texts critically discussing HP were published before the series was complete. Does anybody have any suggestions?

I'm also looking for links for interviews with JK /Foer about their novels.

Basically, if you think of anything that could help - please, send it along! I will be eternally grateful.

Thunder - Boys Like Girls

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 18:57:58 GMT

http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858562258

Mon, 13 Nov 2006 06:36:14 GMT

PS. I have a nasty [hobbit] habit of falling intensely in love with people for short periods of time.

"Move Along"

Fri, 10 Nov 2006 05:49:43 GMT



""Move Along"" on Google Video
SUNY Fredonia's Premium Blend A Capella Group Diversity Concert November 4th, 2006

Poetry

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 01:31:11 GMT

because I can't stop myself from being Gothic these days.

" The Darklings "

In a quiet little town
beyond the cobblestone streets
where trees whisper the only sound
is the place where the Darklings meet

the Darklings dance in circles round
fire hot red bright and orange
their bare feet beat the muddy ground
while their familiars hunt and forage

adorned only in what they've found
patches of skin covered in leaves
and grass entwined in the brown
of their unruly hair weaves

sticks and mosses create a crown
tonight they are the queens of freaks
Darklings, they cry, the echoes abound
bouncing off the rocks and the trees

In a quiet little town
though the hour is black and late
the people pace and shiver
the Darklings, the fear, keeps them awake.

"Lady of the Night"

You're early she cooed with black lined
eyes, inviting me politely
beneath the yellow lamplight
pavement dark and slick with rain shined
as the lamp post sputtered brightly

An icy wind began blowing
so I pulled my collar closer
and she placed her lips by my ear
You're looking awfully fetching
and I believe I've got what you're after

Dirty dollars I gave her
and back to the brothel we went
above a smoky bar she bared
herself, her soiled dress
under the earthy bed we had shared

Unexpectedly she cried out,
her body went suddenly limp
her skin was still warm as I took
my hands from round her rosy throat
and from her still hands I recovered
the dollars I'd spent.

In other news, I did a paper a week early because I thought it was due tomorrow. Now I'm burnt out for the paper that IS due Wednesday.

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 03:13:55 GMT

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