academic life

"Der Apfel ist gelb. Die Sonne ist auch gelb. Die Orange ist orange und der Baum ist grün und braun. Der Schneemann is weiss und das Wasser ist blau. Der Kaffee ist braun und der Schwein ist rose."

After three weeks intensive study, and despite the best efforts of the Lehererin, the sum total of the Fool's abilities in the "marvelous language of Goethe" (as they say) is confined to the knowledge that an orange is, indeed, orange (and a pig pink, and a few similar pearls of wisdom).

Reading The Magic Mountain in the original? Something tells me it ain't gonna happen.

life lessons that are priceless – nostalgia

In the bridge stood the old earl of Buckingham
He was thinking of tits and of sucking 'em
As he watched the stunts
Of the cunts in the punts
And the tricks of the pricks that were fucking 'em

Anonymous limerick

the soundtrack of wishful thinking

So you're wishing that you never did
All the embarrassing things you've done
And you're wishing you could set it right
And you're wishing you could stay the night
But then I go again, wishing never solved a problem
If you wanna get it big time, go ahead and get it get it big time

So I think I can solve all my problems by myself
Nevermind, nevermind, nevermind, nevermind
And you think you can solve all your problems by yourself
Nevermind, nevermind, nevermind, nevermind

Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it
Until you just can't give no more
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it
Until you just can't give no more

Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it
Until you just can't give no more
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it, give it
Until you just can't give no more

Tightrope, Yeasayer

Wishing not to have done embarassing things. Yeah, tell me about it.

life lessons that are priceless – the deceptive sexiness of restraint

Unexpectedly, he made a sober


success


with his self-published book


of decorous confessions.

It eschewed turmoil in the


bedchamber


and coarse descriptions


of disarranged clothing,

but confided reminiscences —


a bird


which he’d stolen from a gold


cage;
 a love message intercepted;

a trespassing glance glanced,


and the dénouement:


the day when he took her hand

and, with slow avidity,


stripped her white kid glove


from her warm, willing fingers

Decorous confessions, Connie Bensley