this weekend has been spent studying mostly. i recently went to barnes and noble and bought a carla bruni cd, though i had no idea that this was the supermodel rumored to be dating the french president. i've told about 5 people how beautiful her first album Quelqu'un m'a dit (somebody told me) is. they must all think im ridiculous. of course who doesn't?
This afternoon, I was at wholefoods buying my lunch (salad with egg and tuna salad on the side, i know how to pick 'em) and i slipped and fell at the cash register. The salad and all my self respect flew up in the air and landed all around me. I was the shamed idiot. but i got a free purple monster cupcake out of it. i figure it was gods way of telling me to shape up, so i decided to for go the egg/tuna when i went back to get my new and health-friendly salad.
i've also spent a great deal of my weekend toying with the thought of romantic realism...can such a philosophical concept exist? Ayn Rand said on the subject, "I am a Romantic in the sense that I present men as they ought to be. I am Realistic in the sense that I place them here and now and on this earth." i cant help but identify with this quote greater than any other philosophy. not including transcendentalism, which is an american ideal. i think my problem is that i am too much of a realist to truly take my imagination seriously. perhaps this is why i frown upon people who strive for goals they have no chance of reaching; they lack the specific talents that such achievements demand. however, i am a romantic because i still believe in imagination and passion of the mind and knowledge. it seems i have yet to find a hole i would be willing to dive into.
its funny what you find in drawers. pens, old batteries, playing cards, religion etc.
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