Diaries of an International Amphibian
It snowed today, and I'm cold. I was in class so I didn't get a chance to take any pictures. I have more work to do in the next three days than is possible to do in a week. Please forgive the absence in most things, and brevity in the few, if any, correspondences I am able to get out.
posted by Taylor Williams @ 10:25 AM
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There is a small, but growing, group of neuroscientists that will tell you that our entire life span, personality, and decisions are a mere reflection of genetic predetermination and we actually have no say in the type of person that we are, what we say, or what we do. If that’s the case, my genetic code has made me too stubborn to admit it. The foundation of my beliefs as an individual rest on the concept of free will, choice. I can be whoever I want to be, I can adapt, change, survive. I have become all things, to all men; I have become nothing to no one, an enigma, a cipher; paradox of clarity. Now I see but a poor reflection, shadows engulf me, now I know in part, but then, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
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Gary P Nunn is at the Granada this Friday and he would lament with you:
"well it's cold over here, and I swear, I wish they'd turn the heat on..."
Have the London Homesick Blue's set in?
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