March 22nd, 2005

Naama: So Emo

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Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

I never understood the lyrics to Wuthering Heights until today. And by understand I mean that I couldn't make out the words, they were just nonsensical sounds.

I do now. I've been in the kind of mood to listen to it on repeat for the past two days. It's pretty pathetic.

And damn, she looks stoned in the video.
Naama: So Emo

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Dear Dan,

The male ego has been running this circus for a lot longer than two thousand years. The world was not a hippie commune free of testosterone-induced wars and misogyny before Constantine; and man-made ecological disasters were reality long before the era of industrialization, because the environment wasn't something that, say, the ancient Greeks gave a fuck about.

Dig the book. It's given me many laughs.


Ps. If any of my Professors were as irritating and unprofessional lecturers as your main character, I would storm out of the lecture hall and file a complaint for pushing a personal agenda. Most of my teachers are fucking ordained pastors, and still manage to remain academically impartial, unlike your Stu.