"Words" and "Passing By"

Just in case you were curious, the second volume of the Elizabethtown soundtrack may be mixed CD perfection... It is without a doubt the sound of fall. My next few posts will take the title(s) of a song from this album, as starting points. On a side, possibly more important note, I like playing my music rather loudly late in the evening in the apartment when Mr. Smith is out and then cutting it off at exactly 11 PM when the sound ordinance falls on our neighborhood. Take that Old Lady who yells if you talk outside the front door after 5 PM.

If you take an exam that is supposed to test your mental, emotional, and creative capacities and pass, does that mean you've learned something or that you are capable of learning something?

After five weeks of studying, somewhat to the detriment of my otherwork and certainly to the detriment of my thesis, I have passed my comprehensive exam by writing about Oscar Wilde, Much Ado About Nothing, The Dick Van Dyke Show, Dorothy Parker, Virginia Woolf, the Holocaust, Lacan, detective fiction and Post Traumatic Stress, the cyclical nature of death, and the word shit within a seven hour period. I think this only proves that I can never leave academia, but I have little to offer it.

Florenzia mentioned her blog to me last night. I had forgotten what a release it is to ramble on a screen for a bit. The instant gratification of thought to cyberprint. So I will try again, in an attempt to unblock the mental pipe that has been filled with random comps shit and cannot seem to originate much worth contributing to the field of memory, queer theory, or modernism.

So the next few blog posts are dedicted to you, my dear. May we either write ourselves out of our own corners, or into oblivion. Both deserve our full attention.

I would also like to note that I have this umbrella:

and am by the laws of inference am therefore as swell as Claire in E-Town. But more on that next time.

Suzette out.