This is just some stream-of-consciousness I wrote last night as my mind wandered during a symposium I attended for extra credit.
Hushed whispers float to the tall, tall ceiling.
It's Friday night; what am I doing here?
What would I be doing if I wasn't here?
At least I'm somewhere.
Company.
This company is a 1.5 on a scale from boringdryspeechprofessor to Lady GaGa.
So many 1/3 bald heads.
1. 2. 3. 4. 5.6.7.8.
9.10.11...
It's an epidemic!
If I wasn't here, where would I want to be?
I would be warm. I would be sitting by a fire, the flames jumping delicately as I turn the pages of a cherished book.
Steaming hot cocoa in hand, I give no thought to the whirlwind of intricacies which weave together the fibers of my existence, my world.
For I am immersed, absorbed, engulfed in the world of my novel.
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Saturday, October 27, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Hot Cocoa and Zombies
What is it like to be Roger Cook? What does his life entail beyond teaching Philosophy of Religion? I cannot imagine Professor Cook speaking or thinking any differently than he does in class. I cannot imagine him ever recklessly abandoning the logic, the inquisitiveness, the formality which dictate his behavior whenever I see him. If you look up the word "scholarly" in the dictionary, I assure you his picture will be there. How could he ever act differently?
When his wife makes a yummy breakfast, how does he compliment it? "Thank you dear, that was a stunning meal. Simply exquisite."
What about when his kids were young, and they begged him for sugar-saturated cereal at the store?
When his wife makes a yummy breakfast, how does he compliment it? "Thank you dear, that was a stunning meal. Simply exquisite."
What about when his kids were young, and they begged him for sugar-saturated cereal at the store?
Child: "I want it Dad, I want it!!"
Professor Cook: "Now, children, you must forward a more compelling argument which consists of more than the fact that you want it. What is the true meaning of want anyway?"
How does he get his kicks? I already know that he gets giddy from reading dense philosophical and religious texts; he annotates them until the pages thin from the impact of his excited pen. But what else is he passionate about? What else gets his adrenaline going? Perhaps a perfectly golden slice of toast. He was comparing a philosophical principle to a toaster today after all. Or perhaps he enjoys hot cocoa by the fire, accompanied by some light reading- Moby Dick or the Encyclopedia.
Or, maybe he spends his free time on XBOX-Live, slaughtering zombies while downing energy drinks and listening to Lil Wayne's most explicit hit singles. I will never know.
Professor Cook: "Now, children, you must forward a more compelling argument which consists of more than the fact that you want it. What is the true meaning of want anyway?"
How does he get his kicks? I already know that he gets giddy from reading dense philosophical and religious texts; he annotates them until the pages thin from the impact of his excited pen. But what else is he passionate about? What else gets his adrenaline going? Perhaps a perfectly golden slice of toast. He was comparing a philosophical principle to a toaster today after all. Or perhaps he enjoys hot cocoa by the fire, accompanied by some light reading- Moby Dick or the Encyclopedia.
Or, maybe he spends his free time on XBOX-Live, slaughtering zombies while downing energy drinks and listening to Lil Wayne's most explicit hit singles. I will never know.
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