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Friday, March 21, 2003
I just started Fyodor Dostoyevsky's "The House of the Dead" last week, and I must say I'm impressed, nay astonied at his brilliance in writing (despite, I might add, the translation from Russian). The man's writing, to borrow a line from Zoolander, exudes beauty. His caracter developments are absurdly genius. This particular novel is about his 4 year imprisonment in a labour camp and he does character studies of several of the inmates. A dry read it would be coming from the pen of any less gifted author.
In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:12:17 PM Monday, March 17, 2003
The other day I was thinking about those things they use on patients when they go into cardiac arrest. You know, those electric things with telephone cords that they press onto the patient's chest to make the patient convulse violently. I was thinking, it never really works on the movies, it's like the signal to notify next of kin, so why do they do it? I mean, heck, it sure looks like fun. I'd do it, just for kicks. Maybe thats why they do it. They're like, "Woah, this one is going fast, we'd better use those cool electric things."
I'm pretty sure thats it. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:12:03 PM |
