So I was listening to this song and really enjoying it and I was like "Imma put it on the J-list" but then I was like "Aw shit, I already put this on my blog." But then I stopped and thought for a moment. No one checks my blog adamantly enough to be like, "Hey Jakob, what the fuck, you put this song up on Tuesday, September 1st, 2009. Don't think I forgot that shit."
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Rivers Cuomo - Lover In The Snow
So I was listening to this song and really enjoying it and I was like "Imma put it on the J-list" but then I was like "Aw shit, I already put this on my blog." But then I stopped and thought for a moment. No one checks my blog adamantly enough to be like, "Hey Jakob, what the fuck, you put this song up on Tuesday, September 1st, 2009. Don't think I forgot that shit."
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The Kiss by Anton Chekhov
There's this Professor at University of Toronto that I've never taken a course with. He's a famous canadian writer as well as academic. Some students who have been with him have labelled him a misogynist. His course includes not only the story I'm linking on this website, but also Stanley Kubrick's Lolita, and Tropic of Cancer (a recurrent sex theme, seems to be happening.) Regardless, I met this Prof at the library the other day, and he recommended this story to me, and wow, it was pretty great. It deals with a sort of childish-teenage kind of sexual desire, yet the story is surrounded with beautiful language and awesome imagery of the surrounding country town that the characters are in.
Here it is (also, ignore the numbers on the website, those aren't chapter numbers):
At eight o'clock on the evening of the twentieth of May all the six batteries of the N---- Reserve Artillery Brigade halted for the night in the village of Myestetchki on their way to camp. When the general commotion was at its height, while some officers were busily occupied around the guns, while others, gathered together in the square near the church enclosure, were listening to the quartermasters, a man in civilian dress, riding a strange horse, came into sight round the church. The little dun-coloured horse with a good neck and a short tail came, moving not straight forward, but as it were sideways, with a sort of dance step, as though it were being lashed about the legs. When he reached the officers the man on the horse took off his hat and said:
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Kiss.shtml#3
Here it is (also, ignore the numbers on the website, those aren't chapter numbers):
At eight o'clock on the evening of the twentieth of May all the six batteries of the N---- Reserve Artillery Brigade halted for the night in the village of Myestetchki on their way to camp. When the general commotion was at its height, while some officers were busily occupied around the guns, while others, gathered together in the square near the church enclosure, were listening to the quartermasters, a man in civilian dress, riding a strange horse, came into sight round the church. The little dun-coloured horse with a good neck and a short tail came, moving not straight forward, but as it were sideways, with a sort of dance step, as though it were being lashed about the legs. When he reached the officers the man on the horse took off his hat and said:
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Kiss.shtml#3
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