The condition adopted in order to progress is only in itself conditional; that is, you do not carry the raft on your back along with you everywhere once you have crossed the river.
Word of the day: Goddammit.
I found The Brief Remarker on the Ways of Man or Comependious Dissertations, Respecting Social and Domestic Relations and Concerns, and the Various Economy of Life; Designed For, and Adapted to, the use of American Academies and Common Schools from 1821 on the streets of Manhattan yesterday, for fifteen bucks. Think it sounds boring? Think again.
Chaper 1: On the Inventions and Improvements of the Present Age.
There are two opposite extremes in sentiment, and both productive of evil in practice: the one, a supercilious contempt of the wisdom of former ages; and the other, a blind veneration for it.
And I just wrote a sick-nasty paper for my gender studies class in about an hour, definitely an A though.
Goddammit, I’m good. Goddammit, I love New York.
In response to Lauren’s post: These guys are all right, really electro-poppy. (I almost want to criticize them for being a mash-up between J. Timberlake and MGMT), but I think it’s kind of cute. Mas o Menos, I sort of dig it.
Bomb diggity azz site, don’t be discouraged by the highly stigmatized title.