Humiliations
The failure becomes more and more visible for everyone else to see.
Red, glaring, ever an elephant in the room.
Wearing a bright orange, plaid tablecloth as a dress.
Tomorrow it will be a great story and we’ll all chuckle loudly,
but for now, for now it just terrifies.
On Human Civilization
“Human civilization is a cumulative process, and any part of it is more easily and more quickly destroyed than rebuilt. No single generation can hope to build or rebuild it from the bottom, and hence we should gratefully accept and appreciate the building materials which past periods no less creative than ours have left us. It is an inheritance each generation is called upon to hand on to its successor. It cannot help neglecting and destroying part of this heritage, but it should always try to preserve what is worth preserving and to add something that is better in the place of what has been destroyed” (Kristeller, Renaissance Thought and Its Sources, pg. 210).
What is best in life?
Conan might say “to crush your enemies… and hear the lamentations of their women.”
Giovanni Rucellai, however, would say… “There are two principal things that men do in this world. The first is to procreate, the second is to build.” And isn’t what he built oh so very pretty…
Reflections on Debtors’ Prisons
“Of course, seamen were not the only person imprisoned for debt. In those days, it was the usual way of forcing collection, and service on the galleys had for some time been one way of getting out of debtors’ prison. In fact, so many people avoided paying debts by taking service on a galley and thus acquiring an immunity from arrest that, in 1312, this privilege was limited to those whose debts did not exceed 20 lire (about what a seaman earned in a month or two). … Behind all these outbursts [revolts by seamen] lay the impoverishment and loss of status of a part of the seafaring population, a degradation rooted in the widespread changes in business organization, in the art of war, and in nautical technology” (Lane, Venice: A Maritime Republic, 169).
Not a Saturday Morning After
Pretty proud of myself for applying the “no sex with friends” rule last night when popping my Ottobar cherry. Dancing was fun, but i have this sinking feeling that the rule is going to be broken in the near future. I’m horribly, horribly damaged sometimes. And now i find myself taking relationship advice from a recent divorce. Right…
I’m just going to ask the boy to bring his guitar to the party. Fuck it.
How much is a life worth?
$15612.76 USD
I hope that a lot of that was the morphine.
