a portrait of the author as a young man

"...he burned to appease the fierce longings of his heart before which everything else was idle and alien. he cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood. beside the savage desire within him to realise the enormities which he brooded on nothing was sacred. he bore cynically with the shameful details of his secret riots in which he exulted to defile with patience whatever image had attracted his eyes. by day and by night he moved among distored images of the outer world. a figure that had seemed to him by day demure and innocent came towards him by night through the winding darkness of sleep, her face transfigured by a lecherous cunning, her eyes bright with brutish joy."

-- james joyce

mm. rereading a book i should have read in high school. kinda funny how i'm really enjoying quite a bit. in any case, i think i'm going to try and start keeping more of an online diary. i'm intrigued by this "digital revolution" thing, and besides, "blog" is the hot word, or so i hear. i think i'm interested in the idea of having a memory without a physical presence - if that makes any sense. a diary in the abyss.


anthony apparently just bought me something online for christmas. ...want to know!! i'm pretty excited this year about the holidays. ant and i are going to get a little potted pine, probably from target. none of the fake ones really called out to us and though an adorable squat tree whispered out to me the other night, it would just be too hard to deal with the clean-up and the kittens drinking the sappy water. instead, we'll have to find a way to keep thomas from digging up the tree and yam from climbing, and possibly snapping, its trunk.

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