Update: 1/22/13 So the end of days is cancelled. Agan. The messiah
thwarted. Ditto. The fires of damnation postponed indefinitely. Now
I have no excuse but to focus on my thesis. Graduate. Become a
credit to my nation, of service to humanity, an exemplar of my
species. Applause! Curtesy! Curtain.
Though my time for personal life is devastatingly short, I enjoy an occasional romp in the snow or a smarty-pants chat in a premium local establishment. Please be patient as the scholar, who's possessed the woman, recedes after the second glass.
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Despite positive predictors of our species' imminent demise (again), I am holding strong. I've even invested in liquid commodities. Mostly wine. And by invested I mean stocked my pantry (apologies to aficionados with cellars).
So I suppose that makes me an optimist or a millenarian or a saucy hedonist. I prefer the former. (Sadly the "former/latter" paradigm fails to satisfy non-binary comparisons but nothing else sounds as smart).
I tend to speak (and think) in parenthetical form. Something about the brain's multitasking that propels me toward divergent mental pursuits. If someone can explain to me why/how this works in layman's neurology, I would not be ungrateful. Reward open to negotiation.
In my former life I was a teacher and aspired to above than average cultural literacy. These days I can barely keep up with my homework and the twitter feed. That said, my mind enjoys a workout and I love dipping into random poets off the shelf on my way to the fridge. It's a long hallway-- at least two stanzas' worth.
So I suspect this is not the forum for extensive soul baring. Virtual milieus do not lend themselves to genuine disclosures. In person, however, I am substantially less ditzy and far more thoughtful.
I get along best with likeminded souls: functional dissidents, sociable visionaries, relationship-positive can-do types.
Though my time for personal life is devastatingly short, I enjoy an occasional romp in the snow or a smarty-pants chat in a premium local establishment. Please be patient as the scholar, who's possessed the woman, recedes after the second glass.
***
Despite positive predictors of our species' imminent demise (again), I am holding strong. I've even invested in liquid commodities. Mostly wine. And by invested I mean stocked my pantry (apologies to aficionados with cellars).
So I suppose that makes me an optimist or a millenarian or a saucy hedonist. I prefer the former. (Sadly the "former/latter" paradigm fails to satisfy non-binary comparisons but nothing else sounds as smart).
I tend to speak (and think) in parenthetical form. Something about the brain's multitasking that propels me toward divergent mental pursuits. If someone can explain to me why/how this works in layman's neurology, I would not be ungrateful. Reward open to negotiation.
In my former life I was a teacher and aspired to above than average cultural literacy. These days I can barely keep up with my homework and the twitter feed. That said, my mind enjoys a workout and I love dipping into random poets off the shelf on my way to the fridge. It's a long hallway-- at least two stanzas' worth.
So I suspect this is not the forum for extensive soul baring. Virtual milieus do not lend themselves to genuine disclosures. In person, however, I am substantially less ditzy and far more thoughtful.
I get along best with likeminded souls: functional dissidents, sociable visionaries, relationship-positive can-do types.
