A blade of blue

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. -Robert Frost
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Friday, March 18, 2005

Yeah, so today was supposed to be spent exploring the fascinating philosophy of Jean-Francois Lyotard, but that didn't happen. I'm such a slacker. Instead I ended up spending the evening with Jenn, Kristin, and 2 of Kristin's friends at a hardcore Christian rock concert. I tried to be strong, but who can resist the Kristin when she goes all weepy, begging on the floor and exposing the belly. So, instead of spending the night enriching my intellect, I spent the better part of my evening in a thumping church pew with in a sanctuary full of rowdy, hardcore Christians. Good times...but Lyotard awaits, so I must be off.

joanna An outpouring of the brilliance that is me recorded at 9:40 PM

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