Zacks soul is not a miserable burnt out geography of pop-culture references, band names, sad fashion-allegiances, capricious judgments, stupid hipster neologisms, secret knocks, exclusive engagements, do-not-call lists, and consumption laws.
Instead, it is an infinite regression of monster masks, each more hideous than the last. Except it ends, really, so I guess its not infinite and at the end (Ive seen this personally) is a beautiful city and countryside carved out of chilled sorghum molasses. Its really neat. I would also like to add that Zack is the most honest person that I know and in the top ten analytical smartest.
Il y a ici une chose que je n'ai jamais
connu, jusqu'a maintenant: Zack parle
francais.
Et a que fin est-ce qu'il ne m'en a rien
dit? je me demande.
Je n'en sais rien. Quand-meme, c'est
ecrit juste au-dessous d'ici.
Je le connais des annees, je bois de la
Straub avec lui, nous faisons du
snowboarding sur le golf pres de mon
apartement. Il ne m'en dit rien.
Absolument rien.
C'est a cause de quoi? je me demande.
(A la fois, je me lamente le manque de
la marque double-interrogatif, comme en
espagnol.)
Je n'en sais plus.
Il s'agit peut-etre du modeste, si je ne
trompe pas de mots.
Une anecdote de plus: j'etais revenu a
notre chambre d'hotel a Chicago il y a 4
du matin. De plus, j'avais bien parle.
Il n'a fait qu'un petit bruit, meme
quand nous avons discute ad nauseam le
film Star Wars.
La prochaine nuit, il m'a averti du
deathtrap place par notre ami Perez.
C'est ca un vrai ami. Meme sans accents.
Zack is like a cool, mountain pond: silent, deep
and full of infinite wisdom. Yet he also knows how
to crack open a can of whoop ass and party. A
great friend, patient listener and all-around sweet
guy--what more could you ask for?
let me count the ways i appreciate zack:
1. he goes snowboarding with a twisted ankle
2. he actually follows through with vacation plans
3. he wrestles samPson and sleeps on the floor
of a 1-room cabin, all for the sake of "vacation"
4. he's as late for the airplane as I am, and is cool
all the way ...
5. he'll watch a skateboarding flick with me in
state college - a rare find
6. he endures my endless bitching about one
super-EGO that irks me
7. he laughs at the rain cloud that follows me into
Josip's class
8. he sticks up for billboard liberation
9. he's just as disturbed by media illiterates in the
graduate classroom as I am
10. he's a contemporary liberal from the South
who once knew Chelsea Clinton; a great contrast
and finally,
11. he refused to go to Players during recruitment
weekend, and instead drank beer with me in
Whiskers (possibly the only good time I had that
weekend)
For that I will always hold him in an especially indeterminate regard.
After all - you have forced me to participate in this bizarre "social" experiment. And yet, I find your blog fascinating.
Oh, words fail me.
Instead, it is an infinite regression of monster masks, each more hideous than the last. Except it ends, really, so I guess its not infinite and at the end (Ive seen this personally) is a beautiful city and countryside carved out of chilled sorghum molasses. Its really neat. I would also like to add that Zack is the most honest person that I know and in the top ten analytical smartest.
connu, jusqu'a maintenant: Zack parle
francais.
Et a que fin est-ce qu'il ne m'en a rien
dit? je me demande.
Je n'en sais rien. Quand-meme, c'est
ecrit juste au-dessous d'ici.
Je le connais des annees, je bois de la
Straub avec lui, nous faisons du
snowboarding sur le golf pres de mon
apartement. Il ne m'en dit rien.
Absolument rien.
C'est a cause de quoi? je me demande.
(A la fois, je me lamente le manque de
la marque double-interrogatif, comme en
espagnol.)
Je n'en sais plus.
Il s'agit peut-etre du modeste, si je ne
trompe pas de mots.
Une anecdote de plus: j'etais revenu a
notre chambre d'hotel a Chicago il y a 4
du matin. De plus, j'avais bien parle.
Il n'a fait qu'un petit bruit, meme
quand nous avons discute ad nauseam le
film Star Wars.
La prochaine nuit, il m'a averti du
deathtrap place par notre ami Perez.
C'est ca un vrai ami. Meme sans accents.
boys and that makes him okay in my
book!
and full of infinite wisdom. Yet he also knows how
to crack open a can of whoop ass and party. A
great friend, patient listener and all-around sweet
guy--what more could you ask for?
1. he goes snowboarding with a twisted ankle
2. he actually follows through with vacation plans
3. he wrestles samPson and sleeps on the floor
of a 1-room cabin, all for the sake of "vacation"
4. he's as late for the airplane as I am, and is cool
all the way ...
5. he'll watch a skateboarding flick with me in
state college - a rare find
6. he endures my endless bitching about one
super-EGO that irks me
7. he laughs at the rain cloud that follows me into
Josip's class
8. he sticks up for billboard liberation
9. he's just as disturbed by media illiterates in the
graduate classroom as I am
10. he's a contemporary liberal from the South
who once knew Chelsea Clinton; a great contrast
and finally,
11. he refused to go to Players during recruitment
weekend, and instead drank beer with me in
Whiskers (possibly the only good time I had that
weekend)