In light of OrphanPip's new blog posts, I have decided to post something that I have been thinking about posting for a while.
Around six months ago I was assigned in school to write a brief narrative of your life. I instead wrote within a week what turned out to be a ninety-four page autobiographical poem concerning mainly my childhood and with that, my nostalgia, my guilt and my relationship with my mother.
I'm only going to post this poem in excerpts, as it is too
Okay this is not going to be some philosophical, political or sociological essay. I merely mean to make a simple observation, no ethical or meta-ethical statements. Just an observation.
Why the hell is it that fame in our society is equvelent to importance? I still don't know what exactly is or was so special about Paris Hilton except that she was a whore and owned that hotel. Do something worthy of a million views on youtube and your sociological worth is greater than that of any
Updated 02-20-2010 at 10:19 PM by DanielBenoit
Hey everybody. I made a short film for my French class about Quebec in which I narrate in French. Since I'm too lazy to write about what I dislike about it, I'll quote what I said to my teacher in my email.
"Sorry that it's late. Upon finishing it in its complete form it appeared too long, tedious and overdone. I trimmed it down to its present length but I still find it to be a little lopsided and coarse.
Either way, I worked really hard and hopefully it shows."
It feels almost Dostoyevskian.
I am in an impassioned mood, so the reader may please forgive me if I hurridly speed in my retelling, to the great height of my day which occurred this night at Barnes and Nobles.
First, let me begin with this morning.
Okay, I go to the library. Bloody connection is weak. Grrrr. I leave Toni waiting for me on msn. Grrr. The translation of Tao Te Ching I was reading is checked out. Grrr!
Soon enough I get over my frustration and lack of Lao Tzu and get