Top Five in 2004

It’s not so much a choice between applying to grad school and blogging; procrastination is a foregone conclusion. It’s a choice between procrastiwhinyblogging about application essays as the retroactive construction of a mendaciously coherent personal narrative (yawn) or doin’ some easy stuff. Hugo importunes us all to share our most marvelous self-absorptions of the year; the year ain’t over yet, but hell! I hereby promise not to write anything worthwhile until 2005, so that the following posts (in chronological order) can remain my favorites:

  1. An Open Letter to the Campbell’s Soup PeopleFrankly I’m in awe of your legal team, because remember what happened when word got out as to how ketchup was counted as a vegetable on school lunch menus?
  2. Life of the Mind[W]e can expect some level of activism/intellectualism from Average Citizen X, and anyone who goes beyond that level can fairly claim to be an activist or an intellectual.
  3. SpoonsThe spoon is a puddingvore, honed by years of evolution to subsist primarily on yogurt, tapioca, and applesauce.
  4. Easy Things that Aren’tWe all have our mental blocks, after all, and most of the time we manage to muddle through life anyway.
  5. Abortion Post AlphaWhen someone else’s life depends on your body, just how far up shit creek are you allowed to leave them?

So now: All the cool kids are making Top N lists! You don’t want to be left out in the cold, do you? I didn’t think so.

Another skunk must’ve just sprayed in the neighborhood. Holy crap I am sick and tired of skunk spray wafting in on the breeze, seems like every other week something trundles in from the mountains and becomes very upset at what it sees. Altadena seems like a nice little unincorporated community, but it just goes to show, if you’re not looking at the world through a skunk’s eyes, you’re missing out. Phlugh.

Comments

  1. des von bladet wrote:

    The thought of actually reading my own drivel in bulk has put me off so far, sadly.

  2. yami wrote:

    It’s very cool to be self-absorbed, you know.

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