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TASP 2003 at UT Austin:
The Mystery of Creativity |
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reasonably remarkable
Sunday, January 11, 2004
Hey, this week I had two people come up to me about TASP... It was soo cool! (ha) Did you all know the number of essays is up to six? There's this one chick Tessa from the drill team who I thought was an airhead, but I know better now. The other dude, Mike Reynolds from the track team got a letter, and when he told me I almost hugged him (but we were in the locker room, and were changing shorts and such). I told mike it would be one of the most rewarding academic experiences I've heard anyone talk about, that you're assigned between three and six hours of reading a night, and that (as far as I can tell) they will be six of the most sexually frustrating weeks you'll ever come across.
I don't know about you all (Adam especially), but I got the new brochure from the Dean's office at my school. I have no Idea how they got it.
I'd like to thank Alex Y. for recommending Brave New World. I got around to reading it over break, and It was super. If anyone ever has time, read feed by M. T. Anderson. It's like Catcher in the Rye and Brave New World combined. What's really cool is the modern technology that is noted. People in the future will have pop-up adds in their feld of vision because of internet-implants. ...right.
That e e cummings poem is great. Sometimes the odd syntax is a real offput, but that one it seems to fit to well. . . .
Hey, I need to ask Jacob something, .. but I'm sure someone else must know this too. : what was that poem by the dude that goes "when the kids are sleep, and my wife is asleep..." something about dancing naked infront of the mirror?
I want to know who that's by.
Hey, has anyone noticed that on the new brochure, there is that one picture of two girls riding two boys and apparently jousting with brooms? That didn't happen our year!? I don't think that's the only picture that's been recycled either... ave
O, and if you ever want to really offend a Christian friend with a leg problem, email her the text of Judith by A Perfect Circle ; D
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