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More About Carlo
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Schools (Other):
St. John's College-Santa Fe, School of the Arts- San Francisco
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College/University:
St. John's College-Santa Fe, Attended 1996 - 2001, Class of 2001, Bachelor's Degree, Great Books
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Favorite Books:
Siddartha, Catcher in the Rye, I Don't Want To Talk About It, 100 Years of Solitude, Art & Fear, I Don't Want To Talk About It, Anarchism is not Enough, Jumper
"Man is a narcissistic species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach. Capable of living for months without food. Remaining alive headless for weeks at a time. Resistant to radiation. If God has indeed created Himself in His own image, then I submit to you that God is a cockroach. They say that man uses only a tenth of his brain power. Another percent, and we might actually be worthy of God's image. Unless, of course, that day has already arrived. The Human Genome Project has discovered that tiny variations in man's genetic code are taking place at increasingly rapid rates. Teleportation, levitation, tissue regeneration. Is this outside the realm of possibility? Or is man entering a new gateway to evolution? Is he finally standing at the threshold to true human potential? "
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Testimonials and Comments for Carlo
in times of turmoil, supports me when I
feel weak, and smacks me when I need
to wake the fuck up. He laugh at my
jokes and laughs at me when I am
dumb. He writes....(my god, can he
write!)...of all that he knows and feels.
Mostly, he writes of himself, but that's I
guess all we can truly know, if we can
even really know that.
Carlo, "you complete me." I heart you.
from the year 3000. I know because one time he
told me, even though he wasn't speaking or even
looking at me or even in the same state. Listen to
what this man has to say and you might not die.
Ever.
down the hall from me during the most hedonistic
year of my life, and probably remembers me doing
some really entertaining things that I don't
remember. Maybe I should ask him about those
things.I'm not horribly good at these things. Carlo
is... Well, he's Carlo. If my RA's girlfriend was our
evil aunt or something, Carlo was the Grandma
who always had cookies or sage advice or
something.
move to SF so I can visit and generally
get out of this racist, shit-hole of a
town? Maybe it'll be the other way
round. There's lots of dancing to be
done and 'boys' to confuse with my
ambiguous sexuality. WTF is
Metrosexual anyway?