Appeal to be Smitten III

"...these days I'm trying to find God everywhere, trying to figure out a little better this little thing he made called a man."
       [ Anis Mojgani, "For Those Who can still Ride in an Airplane for the First Time"* ]

Clearly the obligatory end-of-freshman-year/start of sophomore year post never materialized; let this atone, to the extent that there exists some divine scale devoted to weighing such petty matters.  Instead, writing for no better purpose than its action, here I go.

Just under a year later, I guess my stasis has not changed.  The appeal to be smitten still stands, slightly modified but fundamentally intact.   I am probably overeager to have some movement, some cause, some one sweep me away without looking back.  It is difficult to imagine how in this respect I seem to have regressed since coming to Stanford.   I have never been to an institution with such concentrate knowledge that also begets such utter confusion.  

I wonder a lot why I and from my observation, nearly everybody struggle so much to show appreciation.  Some defensive mechanism shuts us off from exploring what others mean to us, what we mean to others.  Now I am not saying that all conversations should comprise emotional confessions.   Yet, articulating the importance of something, someone can result in awkwardness comparable to titanic elephants. 

I also wonder why such ideas have increasingly occupied my thoughts of late, as though some nerve just now found the passageway to my grey matter.  Or does going to college usually open the floodgates?  That can't be right; nascent alcoholism can hardly be conducive to self-inspection. 

So I definitely want to start writing in this thing more often; let it be fodder for perhaps the occasional bored reader or wayward websurfer.  Ideally, my vox could come to approximate something like "The Writing Life Too, " an online notebook with a writer's thought-provoking ruminations.  Realistically, I have no expectation of this to be more than the rarely updated and sparsely seen virtual abode of an imagination known as Peter.

In a bit akin to a cop-out, some things occupying my thoughts of late:

• Emilie Autumn - What If (Blackbird Mix)
• Anis Mojgani (Poetry Slam) "Shake the Dust"  (starts at 6:30)
• *Anis Mojgani (Poetry Slam) "For Those Who can still Ride in an Airplane for the First Time"
• Senator Joe Biden
• Flock >> Firefox
• According to AP, at least 430 Iraq, Afghanistan veterans have committed suicide. 
• Sanjeev's pick-up lines.  "Are you Copper Tellurium because you are CuTe!"