Still Life
This is the first painting I did for painting class. It was a still life and it still is. I don’t like painting and drawing things that aren’t people for the most part, so I made this a person.
Results and Discussion
Results and Discussion
My colleagues and I have come to the conclusion that the life of our subject, Ms. Reilly, is a depressing one. Our results indicate that she makes us feel for her, although we cannot do anything for her. We cannot intervene, you know, so that we don’t skew the data. Personally, though it should be impersonally, she makes me feel things I’ve forgotten I could feel. And we’ve tested
The Boy With Lights in His Eyes by Roberto Figueroa
Across the street, children pressed two fingers against their lips and exhaled, pretending to smoke. The fog that covered the darkened town felt made of these breathes; sticky warm and based on pretend. The boy with lights in his eyes walked alone and un-costumed. The children hurried on.
His sunglasses no longer worked. He couldn’t see, because the light that mysteriously glowed from his eyes would reflect back into his eyes.
Obama Breaks, Forcefully, With Ex-Pastor Over Fired Remarks that he is a Simulacra Humanoid Robot
WINSTON-SALEM, N.C. — Senator Barack Obama broke forcefully on Tuesday due to comments made by his former pastor, the Rev. Jeremiah A. Wright Jr., in an effort to curtail a drama of race, values, patriotism and betrayal that has enveloped his presidential candidacy at a critical juncture.
At a news conference here, Mr. Obama denounced remarks Mr. Wright made in
Tragic
by Pattycakes and the Riffers’s Pat Janulis.
Blog #2: Life is Blog, the rest is just Blogtails and Dirty Limericks.
There once was a boy who was named Blog,
who had a thing he could flog
but when he went to the dance
he seized into a trance
and the DJ thought he was a log.
When I grew up, these were the sorts of limericks my dad used to scream to me before going to sleep, or while I was already asleep. I asked him, “Hey!!!! Pops! Why do you always say those weird limericks when they’re so