Yesterday, I was browsing in Barnes & Noble and saw the collected poems of Anne Sexton. I read her short bio on the back and thought, this looks interesting. I'm going to put her on the shelf next to Sylvia and Virginia. Anyways, later on I decided to Google her and discovered she freaking molested … Continue reading Do I keep the book or return it? You decide.
A post by this fellow, Anonymole, got me thinking about experience and the poor use I make of my life. I have never had anything that would qualify, in most people’s books, as “experiences.” I have never traveled more than 75 miles from home. Never camped or drove across the company. No concerts. No bungee … Continue reading What is experience and how can I get some?
For a long time, I've been losing my memory. I can't pinpoint when exactly it started. I do remember that back in graduate school, around eight or nine years ago, it started getting difficult to comprehend things. I'm not sure of the specific reason why, either--there were a lot of factors, physical and mental. In … Continue reading In search of lost knowledge.