Thursday, July 30, 2009

Phoenix Fawkes

I am Fred. And Fred is free. And I will tell Frank. And he will say, "Nice."

But I don't really get the visual arts. After all, I am William de Worde. I can't tell the melody from the beat, I don't notice the camara work or the blocking. For me it's all about the plot, the diolog, the lyrics. What is said bares greatly on me. And it erks me greatly when what is said does not match up with what is done.
I sware I meant what I said. And I really do do what I say.
I usually say little enough that I can manage it.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Hey, Jude (Law and a Semester Abroad)

Well, you know it is a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder.



Note to self: do not stay up late at night to play the game of snakes and foxes.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The cat is a pickup truck

Schrodinger proposed a scenario with a cat in a sealed box, wherein the cat's life or death was dependent on the state of a subatomic particle. According to Schrödinger, the Copenhagen interpretation implies that the cat remains both alive and dead until the box is opened. So you see, it's not about what you can or cannot fit into the box. This is because the box contains a dead cat. Which would have been much better of let out of the bag in the first place. Think outside the box.

We play the ancient game of snakes and foxes. And I am hunting the masked moose.

-William de Worde