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If I can barely hear someone's techno, but it's causing my ears to feel acute pains which line up with the beats, might that indicate that their speakers are giving output on non-audible frequencies? hrm.

..eh. enough noise-talk.

I'll be enlaptopped¹ soon, which will make working in the library easier. I refuse to write out book-notes or essays by hand (not like I'd even be able to read them if I did) so most of my library-work tends to be problem sets or reading.

yeah.

For my [[Marx, Nietzsche, Freud]] writing seminar, I was floundering without a solid idea for my term paper, but last night, Teh Seer-Bashin Into-Gebreatheds inspiration (of the "that-which-caught-my-eye" sort) set me going--

Crime and Punishment

Written before relevant texts by Nietzsche and Freud, yet uses extremely Freudian ideas to critique extremely Nietzschean ideas. Der Writingseminarinstructor seemed happy--

Bill- This sounds like a wonderful idea. Go for it! I am excited to see how it turns out and feel free to contact me if you have any questions or run into any problems.

best, Sean.

If I had a floofy hat, I'd completely gift it to Dostoevsky right about now.

..rrrm. Being here in the dorm is making me angry. I think I may run off to a library.

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¹ Footnote footnote footnote, I made you out of clay

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I ornament my spiny words with glitterly lipgloss and tart sound
because I far over-value written communication (in opposition to 'real' communication,
an arena for which my tongue rolls slovenly and vapid;)

while the liquor-scented, fashionable makeup-corpse
(who hops from party to party like a strong, scalded frog)
applies instead all its aesthetic heightening to its own visage --

and treats words as small, darting puppies,
droolingly digging bones in the social meadow.

puppies with ribbons and noises burned on them just get tangly and sorrowful, yes?
yes? yes. unfit for digging, unfit to fetch; fold them--
the ears grow too clever.