The Limits of Empathy: A Short Poem
Each day, one hundred fifty thousand People will die. You could not cry a second For each if you try.
Modern Love, 30
What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb, And all that draweth on the tomb for text. Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun: Beneath…
Observations
Recently realized there’s not a Derek in Derek and the Dominos. Was I completely out of it after drinking a beer, or were people actually talking about eating human placentas (wiki) at the dinner party last night? And I think…
“Largely Carnivorous”
I remember during a Friday Lunch a few years ago, a coworker asked about how I came to be such a picky eater, and didn’t my parents force me to eat foods? It’s true that my diet probably gives health-conscious…
In my happy place
No longer breaking my back installing Ikea furniture. That ‘Jerker’ desk is heavy as hell, but oh so nice to actually use. Just found out that Muriel Maffre is going to teach the intro ballet class at Stanford. I’m equally…