Voila!

Premiere:

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Et maintenaint, je suis:


You are his... Determined Nose-Wrinkler. You're one
of those people who don't like to give up.
You're also one of those people who screws up
their faces when being stubborn or determined.
((Snicker))


Which Facial Expression of Jack Sparrow's Are You?
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Prelim. lighting for PoP is complete - took us from 12:30-5:30 with perhaps an hour and a half inbetween nuthin'ness. Ah ca. And maintenaint, je suis chez moi, et tres, tres fatigue parce que il y'a jamais plus les heurs pour moi (mal franglais - blaugh!). Regardless, Pete wants to watch Waiting for Guffman and Jules' latest entry concerns me. Good lyrics - just concerning. Master and Commander is an amazing CD. Must work on other CD's for Jules. Chilly and sleepy (and grumpy and doc?). Si j'ete avoir plus de la vocabulaire, j'ecrire (qu'est-ce que le subjunctif?) en francais "en toto." Mais, quatre ans au lycee plus des annees (ago), c'est impossible. Donc, je finis cette (romain) pathetique - et rire a moi encors! Pardonnez moi, belle France de le Sacre Coeur!

Mood: Regard en haute
Music: Master and Commander
Thought: Real orange M&M's do not suffice for their epynomious (sp?) originator. Once again, one must thank Shakespeare for the minting of words. Along that vein: "We were born to command and not to sue;" "Let us talk of kings: some who were slain, some poisoned...all dead;" "I have been considering how I may compare this prison in which I live unto the world. And, for because the world is populous and here is not a person but myself: I cannot do it. Yet I shall hammer it out!" Actually, that's an interesting thought esp. in relation to the net and the isolationism of the world by means of so-called communication. Here are my words: written, obscure, with meaning but without context to ground that meaning in; existing without existence; a series of particles upon the screen which are, nevertheless, my sole source of communication to so very many. Here is a place for communication: but of what sort, what depth, what reality? What can be known beyond "connaire"? When do we - do we? - pass into "saire"? Let me not be an advocate for "sense only" Locksian dreck - but there is something to knowing a person in order to understand his words. There is something to seeing the action, the context, the practicality associated with the word to truly know both the syllables AND the idea. This is our sorrow. We do not speak, we do not listen. We produce more words with fewer words. We say less more with more of less. And what we extol then is this religion OF "more or less." Should we be surprised at relativism when through these media we are not in true relation? Again, let me not blame the means of communication - although each new invention is cause for social shift - but one wonders to what extent WE are not formed by technology - as the Matrices would have it - but rather we form the technology in response to changing ideas? Curious that, as well - do we speak (yes, we do) in machinery? Ah me - I am nihilistic tonight! I require more time than this simple (and very simple) drabbling allows. This is a paper - this is a poor excuse to Christianize Kierkegaard (not so very un-Christian, but certainly someone who had seen the far side of despair). Quand dur j'ecrire la livre de philosophie? This summer, perhaps? To make sense of the thoughts that flit and find no resolution at the moment. Regard the above as brainstorming. Which came first? Art is a mirror of society; is science, to a degree, as well? How easily we settle.