Maybe that whole running sequence in Forrest Gump is supposed to serve as a metaphor. It’s a pretty random sequence of events - it fits into the movie because everything else Forrest does is just as random – but maybe this part is a metaphor. Am I reaching?
Anyway, I gave my post-grad situation some thought today [...]
Archive for October, 2007
Really Long Journalism-Related Ramble
October 31, 2007
Updated 10/26
October 16, 2007
William did not catch the protest, and even if he had, he’d have not been too interested. Instead, he had put on trousers. They were mussed and wrinkled and had not recently been washed, they smelled of Doritos and the old socks that had been lying underneath them in William’s hamper. He had planned on [...]
A test post…but I guess you can look anyway
October 16, 2007
After the Rain by ~fridgegargoyle on deviantART
Personal Statement
October 15, 2007
Went to a laundromat today to wash my sheets, stood staring at the dryer as it worked its magic, saw my sheets and comforter tumble round and round behind the heavy plastic door. Stood with my arms crossed in front of the heavy plastic door, saw my reflection juxtaposed onto the tumbling sheets and [...]
Intrigue at the office
October 10, 2007
I met an authentic Frenchman yesterday. I realize the statement sounds ridiculous – “authentic Frenchman” – but I hadn’t met one before. He had sideburns and high cheekbones. His companion was Italian, older and, though lacking in high cheekbones, making up for it with the art of flirtation (he was probably in his sixties).
“What’s your name?” He asked [...]
fashionable architecture
October 6, 2007
on some level i think i understood a long time ago that there were two starkly different kinds of fashions: the kind that gets displayed on the runway, and the kind that gets marketed and sold to the masses. it seems to me that they really don’t have much to do with one another, and [...]
Don’t even know where I’m going with this
October 2, 2007
“I miss her,” William thought, and indeed, he did. “She’s left me,” William thought, and indeed, she had. She wouldn’t be coming back, for she had made up her mind willfully and resolutely – that was her way. Now William lay among his words, tumbling among their tattered prospects, unable to string together any more [...]
