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Monday, June 18th, 2007
5:45 pm
Saturday, April 28th, 2007
8:41 am
65 Pages, but no matter
G. sent this, which makes me fondly remember Sophomore Comp ("More than correct grammar, good writing requires style. Avoid short sentences. Especially fragments."). I appreciated the straight-forwardedness of #7, but 20 is brilliant (#14 just made me shudder).


Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners.

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30
12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
Sunday, April 22nd, 2007
4:50 pm
A Meme
Comment and I will:

1. Tell you why I added you to my friends list and/or why I keep you there.

2. Associate you with something. A song, a color, a work of art, a character in a play, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.

3. Tell you something I like about you.

4. Tell you a memory I have of you/us.

5. Associate you with a character from a book or a film.

6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. (Or else I'll just ask a random question. I reserve that right.)

7. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

8. In return, you must spread this disease in your LJ.
Friday, April 20th, 2007
10:11 pm
No, Really
My life become more symmetrical today, when Y D S gave me a very nice, um, glass paper weight as a graduation present. Primarily, I appreciate this gift because it affirms that they are under the impression that I actually AM graduating. Otherwise, it's roughly the same shape and quality of the infamous "Immaculately-Sacred Heart of Jesu-Maria" paper weight Fr. Micheli gave us when we graduated... At least this time, the paper weight didn't come with many and varied warnings that I was going to lose my soul at Yale. :-P
Friday, April 6th, 2007
12:20 am
I've Never Been to Boston in the Fall
I think I'll go to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over where no one knows my name

I think I'll go to Boston
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice

(Lyrics, Augustana)
Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
8:43 am
The Great Silence
Over break, I was happy to see Into the Great Silence, a documentary about Carthusians at the Grande Chartreuse in the French Alps. The Chartreuse is considered one of the world’s most ascetic monasteries.

The filmmaker "lived in the monks’ quarters for six months—filming their daily prayers, tasks, rituals and rare outdoor excursions." Aside from the fact that one of the extremely rare dialogs involves a slam at the Trappists--which no one but our group laughed at..--the aspect of the film we discussed the most was its composition.

The organization of the film can see very, almost absurdly, random. On the one hand, this is a very effective device, if it was intended to demonstrate how the individuality of the days melts into nothingness before the Rule of the monastery's daily life. But I argue that there is a very strong organizing principle--the discovery, by a novice, of God's nuptiality. One of the first scenes depicts the making of a new habit for an incoming African postulant/novice. We meet him--and the whole community--when he is received into the community. From here, we begin to have skittish contact with the chapel and the services in the chapel: each time the monks gather to pray, we glimpse a bit more, a bit more, of it. Here, I felt, the chapel takes on the aura of the bridal chamber, a reading I think justified by the consist references to seduction in the passages occasionally printed across the screen. Our experience of the liturgy widens, but never to the culminating Eucharistic liturgy--until deep into the movie, upon the feast of Corpus Christi, when the Eucharist itself bursts forth in procession from the Chapel and passes through every meter of the monastery's halls, ablaze with candles, clothed in incense, and surrounded with chanted song. We then spend the night with the monks in a vigil of Adoration before this Blessed Sacrament, and from here we see the full length of the monks' experiences at chapel from which we had been initially shut out.

That the movie is, at its heart, the discovery of an experience of God's love as profoundly real, personal, and historical is confirmed by the end, with the only spoken interview (a distinction that will make sense if you have seen the film!). Surely, through the whole movie, as monks chop wood and rise at 3am and speak hardly once a week, we have wondered: goodness, why? I want to ask them: why? Here, in an interview, an ancient, blinded brother explains his almost hedonistic motives: to experience the love of God, and seeing him speak one thinks he is the happiest man alive.

In that moment, I think, the length of the piece--three hours--is justified: had it opened with such a dialog, had it come after half an hour, perhaps after too, and certainly without the gradual unveiling of the Bridegroom through the eyes of our novice, it would have been far to saccharine and far too pious. But having lost ourselves in the ascetic routine of their life, and having our minds cleared by three hours' silence, I think the director has prepared us for the monk's hard--if in no way harsh--words the only way he could.
Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007
8:42 pm
A Post
This is my first post. I apologize that it has started so lamely. I would be more concerned about that if I were sure that many people will read this, but I don't know how much this experiment will take off.

WI + ND (2005) = wind05
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