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[00:11] IndubitablyDyl: We are truly the intellectual elite.
Saturday, November 5
Friday, November 4
Tuesday, November 1
Sunday, October 30
I'd like to take this time to acknowledge a grave wrong I have committed and hopefully my apology can render remove some of the intense guilt and night-terrors I've received as a result of this grievous wrong.
In the past, I have frequently slandered the name of Gustav Mahler. I have balked at the idea of listening to his music, telling everyone how horrendous it is and that it should best be avoided by good, honest, pure-hearted people.
Well, dear readers, I was wrong. I'm not proud of my comments, but I feel it is my duty to make amends. I have listened to a number of Mahler's symphonies (5 to this point, I believe), and I must say they are quite enjoyable. Not Dvorak, or even Ralph Vaughn Williams enjoyable, but still quality pieces of music.
Hence, I retract my previous comments about Mahler and encourage all of you to at least take him into consideration. Thank you for your time.
In the past, I have frequently slandered the name of Gustav Mahler. I have balked at the idea of listening to his music, telling everyone how horrendous it is and that it should best be avoided by good, honest, pure-hearted people.
Well, dear readers, I was wrong. I'm not proud of my comments, but I feel it is my duty to make amends. I have listened to a number of Mahler's symphonies (5 to this point, I believe), and I must say they are quite enjoyable. Not Dvorak, or even Ralph Vaughn Williams enjoyable, but still quality pieces of music.
Hence, I retract my previous comments about Mahler and encourage all of you to at least take him into consideration. Thank you for your time.
Thursday, October 27
Friends, and non-Quakers amongt you, today I must make a confession. It is something I have held back, been ashamed of, tried to keep in the hidden confines of the deepest darkest recesses of my mind, but I can no more remain silent. It must come out.
I, Dylan Fort Meggs, am an English major.
I know. I, too, have denied it. This very day, the thought practically drove me into a seething rage. But fear not, my faithful companions. I am an educator first, an english major second. I am not some lukewarm, "I like English, but not unemployment" type of fellow! That is simply not how I roll.
I want to teach. I crave it. It is my fiercest desire, to interact in a fun, but intellectual environment in which I alone am the master, like some supreme, omniscient terrorist with my Stockholm-riddled hostages clamoring for me to receive grotesque pay increases. Mmmm, tastes like brainwash!
So anyway, I decided I can beat all those other schmoes out of the good teaching jobs by being energetic, learned, and, perhaps, just a little bit sexy. I need to pad my resume, but I refuse to do things for padding alone. I mean, I may not be well endowed, but boobs aren't everything! Er... I mean credentials. Wait... ANYWAY, I want to definitely start a branch of the Card-board Club here at UT, maybe volunteer more, and apply for a position on the Issues Committee. That should help a bit. And then, of course, I'll charm them at the interview. I might not even have to take off my pants! (For better or worse : /).
So, suffice it to say, my self-esteem/confidence/energy/blood pressure spiked today. Perhaps it'll plummet back into an abysmal depression, I don't know. But for now, I'm going to enjoy it! Enjoy it... like a fox! Or a ferret. Or some sort of weasel-esque creature, sans social stigma.
So... hooray!
I, Dylan Fort Meggs, am an English major.
I know. I, too, have denied it. This very day, the thought practically drove me into a seething rage. But fear not, my faithful companions. I am an educator first, an english major second. I am not some lukewarm, "I like English, but not unemployment" type of fellow! That is simply not how I roll.
I want to teach. I crave it. It is my fiercest desire, to interact in a fun, but intellectual environment in which I alone am the master, like some supreme, omniscient terrorist with my Stockholm-riddled hostages clamoring for me to receive grotesque pay increases. Mmmm, tastes like brainwash!
So anyway, I decided I can beat all those other schmoes out of the good teaching jobs by being energetic, learned, and, perhaps, just a little bit sexy. I need to pad my resume, but I refuse to do things for padding alone. I mean, I may not be well endowed, but boobs aren't everything! Er... I mean credentials. Wait... ANYWAY, I want to definitely start a branch of the Card-board Club here at UT, maybe volunteer more, and apply for a position on the Issues Committee. That should help a bit. And then, of course, I'll charm them at the interview. I might not even have to take off my pants! (For better or worse : /).
So, suffice it to say, my self-esteem/confidence/energy/blood pressure spiked today. Perhaps it'll plummet back into an abysmal depression, I don't know. But for now, I'm going to enjoy it! Enjoy it... like a fox! Or a ferret. Or some sort of weasel-esque creature, sans social stigma.
So... hooray!