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[Apr. 7th, 2007|09:33 pm] |
My 75 year-old piano teacher -who has never lost her temper during the two years I've known her- called Einstein a son of a bitch after my lesson today. The comment was spurred by this quote by said physicist:
"Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."
This supports my opinion that dilettantism and bullshitting should be avoided at all costs. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2007|12:26 am] |
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April is the cruellest month, |
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[Jan. 19th, 2007|11:57 pm] |
Alright, I barely write in this journal (I've never been able to keep up a diary) but this is an internet-related thing that is really bugging me.
I was on the Target website today looking for a beanbag chair to read in. If you go to the website you'll see that they sell about 30 different kinds of beanbags. I know Target is a very proliferous corporation... but that's still a whole lot of options for something so specific as a beanbag chair.
But that wasn't what got me. Every single item on that website has at least one customer review. And some of them are very detailed. I know there's not much to do in the suburbs, but I'd think that people would most likely watch tv instead of writing exciting and well-composed product reviews on target.com.
Also, the style in which the reviews is written are very specific. They sound like product reviews you read in a magazine, not reviews that you read on amazon.com, for example, which have spelling errors and other issues.
quote from target.com
at the bottom of the page:
"The cut is great, the fabric is nice, and it's great as a layering piece and looks good with boots, flats, or my Chucks."
note that the two reviews about this product sound like they were written by the same person
I don't buy it. People only write like if they're getting paid. The writing style in these reviews is also very similar to what the actual website posts under the product descriptions.
There are some negative reviews about some products, but the negative buzz thing has been done before. Like with Pearl Jam.
Or maybe I'm making this up. But I am convinced that there is something shady about these "guest " reviews |
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[Oct. 18th, 2006|08:55 pm] |
ennui is a condition that scares me like no other.
as jack white said, i just [wouldn't] know what to do with myself. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2006|12:34 am] |
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In the meantime, I will buy a new toothbrush because mine just fell in the toilet. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2006|12:31 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Agnus Dei II- Giovanni Palestrina | ] |
If I wait a couple more hours my friends and family who live in Europe will wake up and I'll actually have someone to talk to |
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| Des Lettres |
[Sep. 15th, 2006|12:39 am] |
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Emma and I were on our way back from a bar tonight when I noticed some photos scattered all over the sidewalk. Even from the ground they looked like pretty old photos, probably hand-printed, because they were all different sizes and had a white border. I picked a couple up and washed them off (it's been raining all day)in my bathroom and they're drying off right now. They're all of the same woman, although at different ages. There were also a couple of letters propped on the window sill of an empty store front. I took one of the letters out of the envelope. It was postmarked Los Angeles 1971 and written in Russian. I have that in my room right now also and am going to read it after I get some sleep and try to find out why this woman's (I think her name is Nina) photos were all over the New York City sidewalk. I still feel a little wrong for taking it though. I'm planning on putting it back tomorrow. |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2006|01:46 am] |
| [ | music |
| | A few mysterious seconds of gnarls barkley's crazy | ] |
Well, I'm finally back in New York. Right now, all I am aware of is sleep deprivation. It feels a bit like what I assume a hangover should feel like, though I'm lucky enough to not get those. Aside from that, it feels good to be at the center of civilization again. Though I am generally an unlucky person (read on), I have pretty large room this year, and much more intelligent suite mates than last year. Thank You.
The first of September is a holiday in Russia, the day that all Russian schools begin their sessions. I went with Dasha out to the Neva river last night to see the fireworks and fountain/light show that marked the occasion. After I got home at midnight I slept for about an hour and left to go to the St. Petersburg Pulkovo airport at 4am. For some reason, the only american-bound flight out of St. Peters on Lufthansa airlines leaves at 6am. Every year. The interesting bit is that St. Peters is so old fashioned that all the bridges along the Neva open in the middle of the night so large ships can pass through. We managed to make it across though.
At the Frankfurt airport, nobody is allowed to bring liquids as carry-on on american-bound flights. They made me drink the water out of my nalgene bottle right at the security check and then machine-tested every bottle of insulin that i was taking with me. Of course I couldn't take with me the cream that I was using on the rash on my eyelid.
It has been raining continuously for the 6 hours I have been in New York. Joanna went to meet me when I got out of the subway and her umbrelly broke during the block-long walk to the 116th st. stop. We used mine to walk to my dorm, but it also broke along the way. I got to my dorm at 3:15 and went straight to the registration station that was set up behind the security desk. Apparently registration had ended fifteen minutes ago, said the bitch with the fro that was standing behind the table with all the registration sheets and room keys still laid out in front of me. Even though I was dripping wet and told her I had just come from the airport, she told me that the process was too long to do today. Now I have to wait three days til tuesday to get my room key. Until then, I have to borrow an emergency key every time I want to get into my room, and then return it immediately. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2006|02:09 am] |
Once again, I am blamed for someone else's actions. And I am very upset with that person right now, who by the way won't answer my calls. |
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| Peaches |
[Jun. 26th, 2006|10:32 pm] |
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| | Rachmaninoff- Prelude in c# minor | ] |
At the pastry/tea cafe:
Person: Woops! I'm glad I didn't get any of that on you
Me: It's all over my feet
P: Do you want any milk?
Me: I want my feet to be clean
P: Maybe there's a cat wandering outside that will lick it up
Me: There's a cat wandering inside that might lick it up
Me exits. Person sits down at a nearby table. |
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