Sometimes I Mope

Okay, so my last post may have been a little heavy on the self-pity.

I think the problem is that I’ve been reading too much Marx lately. Strangely enough, Karl and the proletariat remind me of my simultaneous first encounters with unanswered love and radical politics, and re-reading all of this stuff puts me in a very Wuthering Heights-soap opera-dark romantic sort of mood. Hegel, Marx, Molly, and Makyia, the Communist Manifesto and “Iris,” Lord of the Flies and Sidney Carton and 9/11 and LD debate – it’s all tied up in quite a bizarre web of cold intellectual analysis and passionate reminiscence. And that’s why I’m in this mood. Plus I’m sick.

Forgive? Really, you should be blaming Glenn Mackin and Stephen Hanson, two UW professors that assigned communist propaganda the same week.

Jesus, how’s this for an arrogant intellectual post?

Germany – the home of the west’s finest philosophers. Germany – the strongest land power in Europe that still secretly hopes to one day rule the world.

Don’t let the EU fool you.

Today’s Musical Insight (Sidney Carton Literary Edition):

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”