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Thursday, December 21, 2006


It's that time of year, kids! Time for the King William's College Christmas Quiz, the most confounding and difficult test of general knowledge in the universe. Average score (without the aid of internet, encyclopedia, etc) is 2.


It is, of course, impossible to get anything like any of them right without research, and students sit the quiz twice: once, unaided, at Christmas, and then after the New Year, once they've had time to research the answers. Even with research, it is unlikely a single person would get them all: the questions are written rather cryptically, although sets of ten can often be "unlocked" once one cracks the thing that links them...

So, start your engines. I've gotten around 15 or so already...

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Wednesday, December 20, 2006


I feel expansive and exuberant. Xmas is nearly upon us. I just got off a bout of intense and fruitful thinking. I got a set of fun stinky soaps from a friend. I learned to make deviled eggs. Tomorrow we have a potluck at work, to which I will bring them, and I will use them to taunt the guy with a morbid fear of eggs. (We have a guy with a morbid fear of eggs).

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Monday, December 18, 2006


Yesterday was the birthday of me and Shanna's mom. We both turned 28.

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I am memeing a bit:

The first poem I remember reading was...

No idea. My childhood is indeterminate and swirly. I remember the doxology, and being inordinately fond of "Taffy Was a Welshman."

I was forced to memorize numerous poems in school and...

Actually, not. I was forced to memorize the Gettysburg Address, which is fairly poetic, and very many dialogues in Spanish, which were not. My mom made me memorize poems in the summer, when I made the error of telling her I was bored. The first time I said that, I got handed "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere." I was stupid enough to repeat the mistake and got "The Raven." Afterwards I found it very simple to memorize poems, and have a lot memorized. It also made it very easy for me to do all those Spanish dialogues.

I read poetry because...

every once in a while, it surprises me. I don't like a lot of the poetry I read, or more commonly, I like it for a bit, but then there is too much of it. Stop already, people. While I am sympathetic to the idea that poetry "doesn't end," individual poems really ought to.

A poem I'm likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem...

For the Union Dead. Snicker all you want, Mr. Avant-Garde. Get all up on your snooty anti-confessional high horse. But you know what? Someday you should really stop parroting received wisdom and just read the fucking poem already.

Anyway, everytime I read it, it seems to mean a little differently. I'm never bored. And it fills me with the notion that important things can be said in little, creeping ways.

I write poetry, but...

I am a lawyer, and therefore evil. My poems cannot save me or you. They merely pass the time.

My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature...

Other types of literature -- I know what I'm in for. This is a novel, this is an article, this is a choose-your-own-adventure. Poetry is more of a catch-all than a genre. God only knows what you'll find.

I find poetry...

Inconcievable. Dull. Stupid. Important. Petty. Lame-ass. Useful.

The last time I heard poetry...

Yesterday, at DCAC. Buck Downs and Brian Howe read.

I think poetry is like...


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