Monday, October 31, 2005

Don't you ever wonder what the children of the emo generation will be like?

...Or if there'll be any?

Friday, October 28, 2005

Dorsey: Okay, so I'm totally having Klingon sex someday.

Macayle: I'm totally going to disregard that comment.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005


A sign from near the cottage. I enjoy it and so should you.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Who can read the Declaration of Independence and not respond with a strong affirmation? Who can read the Bill of Rights and not stand more erect? Who can study the Constitution of the United States and not be grateful for the genius of its authors and the protection it affords to the citizens of this land? I find it no embarrassment to love my country... This is not to suggest that citizens of other countries should not be equally loyal to their motherland. We have often lacked the imagination to understand that simple fact. Surprise has sometimes been expressed when nations benefiting from our material gifts have preferred their own ways of doing things and have not adopted our foreign policies. Even in the church we have not always understood when Christian converts prefer their own lands and withstand our subtle attempts at westernization. We should rather rejoice in mutual love of our countries. Love that is imperialistic is a perverse love.
- Dr. Wayne K. Clymer, from Amos: Love It or Leave It

Saturday, October 15, 2005

[insert lots of Diana's lack of ability to express the varying degrees of diverse emotion present in her life here]

...will we burn in heaven like we do down here...?
- Sarah McLachlan

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

And now it's time for...

Unsystematic Thoughts with Diana

  • I can't find my poster putty! All is lost.

  • I've taken a zillion books out of the library, and I plan to use at least part of all of them. Hurrah for the Shakers!

  • A certain young woman in my life has decided to become the major source of all calamities that befall me. I think she knows who she is.

  • I was on TV tonight. Um, sort of. I'm alarmed by the whole event.

  • WD-40 is a fabulous invention.

  • Happy Thanksgiving!

  • I need more sleep. Starting now.
  • Wednesday, October 05, 2005

    Two Hearts
    by Danny Michel

    I grew up on the 8-track
    And any day now the comeback
    I'm tangled up on the floor in the headphones cord
    Way back when "DJ" meant DJ
    And roller disco on Sundays
    The hiss and crackle n' skip
    The woofers flutter and clip

    Let's go back
    When two hearts, they never hurt no one
    When two hearts, they added up to one
    That heart could never come undone
    Hey DJ play that track
    Somebody take me back

    I got no beepers, no pagers
    Just Farrah Fawcett, Lee Majors
    The sunset drive-in at dark
    We cruise in gently and park
    I'm making out on the shag rug
    With Mary-Anne and some soft drugs
    Places I'd never seen except in magazines

    Let's go back
    When two hearts, they never hurt no one
    When two hearts, they added up to one
    That heart could never come undone
    Hey DJ play that track
    Somebody take me back

    To 45's and skirts, Bowie on my shirt
    Set your phasers on stun
    Leave all the kids out in the sun
    Atari and Pong, they never did us wrong
    Someone take me back

    When two hearts, they never hurt no one
    When two hearts, they added up to one
    That heart, it never weighed a ton
    Hey DJ spin that track
    Somebody take me back
    Play it all night long
    Uh-huh oh yeah come on
    Hey DJ hit that track
    Somebody take me back


    I love Danny Michel. :)
    Why would anyone in their right mind volunteer to help out at the Stahl Center?

    Sunday, October 02, 2005

    It is my professional opinion that professors have a secret and profound desire to cause the deaths of as many of their students are they are legally able, within the confines of a quarter. Unless the students in question are Honors students. In that case, these venomous scholastic instructors have the authority to make the process slower, and more painful, by assigning many projects which are ostensibly to take place over the course of a year, or more.

    O Glorious Summer, why hast thou flown with such haste from the life that I am so tenuously able to call my own?