E. Piphanie

He who knows nothing, loves nothing. He who can do nothing understands nothing. He who understands nothing is worthless. But he who understands also loves, notices, sees...The more knowledge is inherent in a thing, the greater the love...Anyone who imagines that all fruits ripen at the same time as the strawberries knows nothing about grapes. --Paracelsus

Thursday, April 18, 2002

allow me to continue on my sunday nite adventures...
i crashed in the car. it was a good power nap of about 45 minutes---just enough for me to be excited about going back to my friend's place and meeting my daily quota of brad pitt (hey, we share the same initials...). i watched fight club (finally!).

i can't blog about it. that's the first rule. i can't talk about it. that's the second rule.

the dialogue distinguishes itself from the rest. it targets the angst of those in fight club---a generation consumed by capitalism and materialism, searching for a spiritual purpose in life. for some, the interior monologue of tyler durden of such self-loathing and masochist self-indulgence might be a little over-bearing with it's extended, violent ending. but the experience lingers, demanding to be pondered and considered, and unlike the other modern-day suspense thrillers, there is a lot to think about and argue over, no?

mischief. i always get myself into mischief. that's part of living life. we need a little adventure ever-so-often.
mayhem. i commit none. i'm a goodie goodie. but if you have dangerous thoughts, it'll force you to confront them as you would any problem before you and expect you as a "reasonable human being" to come out with the right answers.
soap. i use soap.

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