Pathologica
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Today’s word: Sacchetto

The silly thing about Top Gun has nothing to do with ironical retrospection of Tom Cruise. It’s that it’s totally a romance and it doesn’t even realize it itself.
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Today’s word: Obelisco

Ocean’s 11 offers merely a plot, but a detailed one. Indeed, it is remarkable in the absence of other elements; for unlike others of its genre, it does not worry about psychology, betrayal, or mystery, and this focus gives it strength.
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Today’s word: Ombrello

Euro Trip is silly, but thematically so. It’s Summer Vacation, it’s exotic and foreign, it’s a quick sample of something that shouldn’t last any longer than it takes. It’s more something to see with friends than an actual experience. It’s not real, but it doesn’t try to be.
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Today’s words: Mi scusi

Zoolander is a movie that is so bad that it bounced off the floor into good, then off the ceiling back into bad, before hitting the floor once more to rebound into some disoriented state of quality. Even with Italian subtitles.
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Today’s word: Atterra

7, trying to return from the Piazza Navona after an exciting day of not-shopping, chase and catch a bus terminating at a garage, which after being descended through turns out to be outside St. Peter’s. After emerging and plotting to liberate Caesar’s ashes, a huge park bars our way. Wary of venturing into it after dark, we nevertheless decide to brave the crossing, entering through a found gate. A sign on the fences that needed to be jumped for exit informed that we had just trespassed on private property. While going around the Aurelian Wall blocking our further progress, we discover that the “park” was actually part of the Pontific College. Dumpster diving for discarding Masonic insignia, we return in time to hunt for reservationless dinner for 14 on a Saturday night.

A bar and 8 hours later, a great view of the city and the recent adventure are discovered amid religion and crepes.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
Error: infinite loop.

Corollary: When in Rome, be yourself.

Not only for $10000, but for free pizza as well, Rome was visited by Danny.

I made it to Rome. The same, however, cannot be said for my luggage.

“The advantage of having your luggage lost is that you don’t have to carry it here."

"Palamedes found his bitterest enemies in Odysseus and Homer; for the one laid an ambush against him of people by who he was stoned to death, while the other denied him any place in his epic."

Foremost, I will be beginning to attend the ICCS program in a few days. For that I have obtained a few new things, prominent among which is a laptop, the clever Palamedes. Which, being necessary for traveling, signifies daily Away Messages becoming inefficient and impractical just when I have so many I want to see and speak to. So, appropriately enough, it is time to embark on a new adventure.

Let EmpTyger eternally rule.

Things are changing again.

“Always wanting more...”

I will be missed.
I will miss.

“...A new religion that'll bring you to your knees / Black velvet, if you please...”

Lamb Stew Party, tonight at 8pm at 6625 Wash. Ave. Apt. 1. There will be lamb stew. At least, there will be if you show up early. No guarantees if you’re late.

“Reductio ad absurdum, which Euclid loved so much, is one of a mathematician's finest weapons. It is a far finer gambit than any chess gambit: a chess player may offer the sacrifice of a pawn or even a piece, but a mathematician offers the game.”

Absurd blunders.

Goodbye Goodbye Cakes Cakes.

Check and ‘mate.

το 'εν is the loneliest monad that you'll ever do. τω
δυω can be as bad as το 'εν
It’s the loneliest monad since the Pythagorean.
Noetic is the saddest experience you'll ever know.
Aesthetic, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know.
'Cause το 'εν is the loneliest monad that you'll ever do. το
'εν is the loneliest monad, worse than τω δυω.
It’s just not το αγαθον since it went symbolic.
Now I spend my time in noetic mind, Neo-Platonic.
το 'εν is the loneliest
(αριθμος)
το 'εν is the loneliest
(αριθμος)
το 'εν is the loneliest monad that you'll ever do.

I’m going to ask you, and you don’t have to answer, what you asked me yesterday that I didn’t have to answer.

What strength is is irrelevant to whether one thinks oneself strong.
Whether one thinks oneself strong is irrelevant to whether another thinks one strong.
Whether another thinks one strong is irrelevant to whether the other should say that one is strong.

“I really cannot go on much longer like this; I need to stop being convolutedly philosophical and go to bed.”
Or just go to bed.

Sacred bison may be good for a lot of things, but they do not make good hamburger.

“Who shall measure the hat hate heat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”

Close enough.

If you can’t trust the back of a box of Schnucks-brand food, who can you?

Sorry, I forgot for a second that you wouldn’t do what I would do.

“I'll be home for Christmas...”

I remember when I wished to have a recording of my entire life: a complete archive of every hour of every day. Which because of obvious recursion would be impossible to ever completely actually view; but it would allow me to never leave any piece of history behind. Sometimes I would explicitly want the recollection to be from a first person perspective, recording the thoughts I was just as curious along with my actions; but mostly third person view would have been sufficient, with the logic being that *I* would be able to recall or recreate my thoughts.

I remember when I knew why I wished to have this.

I remember when I used to be nostalgic.

“...If only in my dreams...”