Every time I sing this song, I feel something swell inside me, a fantastic jitterbug. I want to dance with Mr. Tambourine Man. In the jingle-jangle morning, I'll come following you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QjhYeN3Il4
Tonight, talking to Chris, I stopped believing in coincidence. There is freedom laced in the bonds of fate, friends. Fate knows each of us intimately, and it shapes the course of our existences based on who we are.
Tonight I also learned I could carry on four simultaneous (and successful) conversations. Hurrah, Monsieur Internet!
Professor Brahm, if you still read this, I want you to know that I'm writing my essay on the misconceptions of conformity. I am putting forth the argument that, by labeling oneself a "nonconformist", you are binding yourself to the concept of conformity. If one lives in constant fear of conformity, one has not escaped it's grasp at all. I am asserting the idea that an attitude of indifference toward Das Man is the only way to truly step beyond the limits of conformity. By embracing oneself, one's own essence, leaves no room for reflecting over whether or not one's actions conform or not. So, hopefully that will last me 7 pages.
In Brahm's class I came to the conclusion that the sixties made criticism a commodity, and that everyone equipped with exclamation points is a poet nowadays.
Attention, everyone: cynicism is not cleverness.
Oscar Wilde: "What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing."
(Put that in your pipe and smoke it)
Speaking of which, I have a pipe now!
Black truffle tobacco = happy Amber.
Please forgive this post, I haven't slept in quite a while.
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