Saturday, November 17, 2007

I'm back

It's kind of funny... I completely forgot I had a blog... hmm. Well I'm glad I found it again because it was turning into a digital scrapbook for me. I'm pretty horrible about remembering to stash random things, poetry, and thoughts and this is a good place for it. No one really knows about this page, but I guess I should update it--- Horrible Dictu is a coveted blog domain:

.... Gropius Hand <gropiushand@gmail.com> wrote: Hey Russ

I noticed that you had the blogger title "Horribile Dictu," but that you haven't used it since April. I was hoping to start a blog, and had my heart set on the same title. If you're not using it anymore, would you be willing to delete the blog and let me have it? I figure it's worth a shot asking anyway.

Best,
TCS

Oh, and please ignore the "gropius hand" monikor. It's just an alias I was using to set up the blogger site - refers to Gropius, the architect, and Hand for Learned Hand. Lawyers will likely get it. Didn't want to come across as some weirdo.

Thanks!


---total weirdo, horrible to say.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

una oda a ti:
pensando en ti, tengo sentido
aun sin accentos - como este poema aqui - tengo sentido
cuando es dificil entenderme, reconoce que
es porque mi cerebro esta revuelto.
me pones revuelta.
tengo suenos, de vez en cuando, de nuestra vida y como seria.
me pongo en riesgo diciendo que eres lo que respiro y lo que suspiro.
me pongo en riesgo diciendo que te quiero - mas que el cucarron quiere al bollo (como dices tu de mi).
me acuerdo siempre de tu poema favorito cuando me acuerdo de ti:
"Que es poesia...y tu me lo preguntas? poesia, eres tu."
Un dicho ridiculo, pero esa tonteria describe mi corazon
y esa tonteria soy yo.

Por: la tigre

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Carmen Sapphicum Pro Sorore Maria

Illa quae mentem subit litteras me
instruxit Romae prius, laxa quamvis
esset ludo mox soror aspra moris

l s/ l l/ l s s/ l s/ ls or ll

I, ait, limen!

l s s/ l s or l. l

{that woman which steals into my mind taught me
the letters of rome first, tolerant although
she was for the school a sharp sister of custom.
Go, she says, to the hallway!}


-R

-- for my 6th grade latin teacher---

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

WE NEED A VOLUNTEER!

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Dido and Aeneas

Sunday, April 09, 2006



L'onda sulla sponda fa schiuma
si sfuma
e' inutile buttare acqua sul fuoco come a Cuma
sole e' oro e argento e' luna
e il Vesuvio sulla costa fuma
e il vento porta zolfo e aroma
il golfo ispira il poema di una sirena
protagonista di questa odissea
mi diede le note come dote
con gli occhi come la notte
pelle come latte
mare come letto
ti canto questo sonetto che tratta di un ritratto fatto ad una dea
mi devi credere
Partenope e' piu' bella di Venere
e se e' una bugia bruciatemi perche' niente e' piu' fertile della cenere
non muore questa etnia e questo gene

e quello che mi scorre nelle vene
se poi muoio
si mischia terra e sangue
come il posto dal quale provengo
dove si miscela il magma con il fango
e quello che abbiamo e' il rango
e se non lo vedi...scava
tesori nel cuore come le stive sotto le navi


se vuoi capire Napoli eccoti le chiavi in mano e se entri
e' inferno e paradiso sacro e profano lotta tra Abele e Caino
chi fa i voti ai santi e chi ancora dom anda alla Sibilla sorte e destino
cultura greco-latina nella confusione tra fasti e fatti nefasti
questa gente mista
esalta gesta, pasta, casta e dinastia
filosofia e poesia
basta un'idea
e Napoli distrugge e crea.

ODISSEA...

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Spring Quarter!



Self-explanitory pleasure.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Il tempo

Cos'e' il tempo
e' quella cosa che ci costringe a lanciare i sassi nel buio?

E quella cosa qualunque cosa sia
a cui mira?

Perche siamo forzati a lanciargli?

I sassi
I sassi volano per l'aria
sono i capei a l'aura sparsi
quali vogliamo tenere ed amare

ma perche siamo fiorati di troppo
abbiamo perso quell'innocente aspettativa di pienamento
che nelle ore di gioventu aspettavamo senza domande
senza dubbie

Sunday, March 26, 2006

"fuck, martin is leaving!"

Fuck, Martin is leaving. Damn.

Stay Tuned.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

What is that nausea so late to return?

What is it
that nausea that strikes
its unwilling victim
blindsides him
when he shouldn't care at all

what is it
that insideous theif
that wretched bastard of Venus

who is he
that even when he's dead
that even when he's gone
he steals in

who is it that
remembers
can't forget
but cant remember what?

What kind of memory is it
that rediscovers things
long lost?

What things long lost
can bother a man so?

what man
can escape being human?

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Freedom of Speech


Out of solidarity and because I think some of these cartoons are awesome anyway, I've decided to break my inactivity by publishing them on my blog. They are becoming increasingly harder to find. Freedom of speech must be respected, even if it's a picture of Jesus taking a shit, as featured in the metropolitan museum of art.

Here they are.P.s. Buy more legos and danish beer!



















Monday, February 06, 2006

Women, by Semonides of Amorgos (Poem 7)

This is way too cool... Enjoy!

Translation and notes copyright 1995 Diane Arnson Svarlien; all rights reserved.

From the start, the gods made women different.
One type is from a pig--a hairy sow
whose house is like a rolling heap of filth;
and she herself, unbathed, in unwashed clothes,
5 reposes on the shit-pile, growing fat.
Another type the gods made from a fox:
pure evil, and aware of everything.
This woman misses nothing: good or bad,
she notices, considers, and declares
10 that good is bad and bad is good. Her mood
changes from one moment to the next.
One type is from a dog--a no-good bitch,
a mother through and through; she wants to hear
everything, know everything, go everywhere,
15 and stick her nose in everything, and bark
whether she sees anyone or not.
A man can't stop her barking; not with threats,
not (when he's had enough) by knocking out
her teeth with a stone, and not with sweet talk either;
20 even among guests, she'll sit and yap;
the onslaught of her voice cannot be stopped.
One type the gods of Mount Olympus crafted
out of Earth--their gift to man! She's lame
and has no sense of either good or bad.
25 She knows no useful skill, except to eat
--and, when the gods make winter cold and hard
to drag her chair up closer to the fire.
Another type is from the Sea; she's two-faced.
One day she's calm and smiling--any guest
30 who sees her in your home will praise her then:
"This woman is the best in all the world
and also the most beautiful." The next day
she's wild and unapproachable, unbearable
even to look at, filled with snapping hate,
35 ferocious, like a bitch with pups, enraged
at loved ones and at enemies alike.
Just as the smooth unrippled sea at times
stands still, a joy to mariners in summer,
and then at times is wild with pounding waves--
40 This woman's temperament is just like that.
The ocean has its own perplexing ways.
Another type is from a drab, gray ass;
she's used to getting smacked, and won't give in
until you threaten her and really force her.
45 She'll do her work all right, and won't complain;
but then she eats all day, all night--she eats
everything in sight, in every room.
And when it comes to sex, she's just as bad;
she welcomes any man that passes by.
50 Another loathsome, miserable type
is from a weasel: undesirable
in every way--un-charming, un-alluring.
She's sex-crazed, too; but any man who climbs
aboard her will get seasick. And she steals
55 from neighbors, and from sacrificial feasts.
Another type a horse with flowing mane
gave birth to. She avoids all kinds of work
and hardship; she would never touch a mill
or lift a sieve, or throw the shit outside,
60 or sit beside the oven (all that soot!).
She'll touch her husband only when she has to.
She washes off her body every day
twice, sometimes three times! then rubs herself
with perfumed oil. She always wears her hair
65 combed-out, and dressed with overhanging flowers.
Such a wife is beautiful to look at
for others; for her keeper, she's a pain
--unless he is a king, or head of state
who can afford extravagant delights.
70 Another type is from an ape. I'd say
that Zeus made her the greatest pain of all--
his gift to man! Her face is hideous.
This woman is a total laughingstock
when she walks through the town. She has no neck,
75 no butt--she's all legs. You should see the way
she moves around. I pity the poor man
who holds this horrid woman in his arms.
She's well-versed in every kind of trick
just like an ape; what's more, she has no shame
80 and doesn't care if people laugh at her.
She'd never think of doing something kind
to anyone; she plots the whole day long
to see how she can do the greatest harm.
Another type is from a bee. Good luck
85 in finding such a woman! Only she
deserves to be exempt from stinging blame.
The household that she manages will thrive;
a loving wife beside her loving man,
she'll grow old, having borne illustrious
90 and handsome children; she herself shines bright
among all women. Grace envelops her.
She doesn't like to sit with other women
discussing sex. Zeus gratifies mankind
with these most excellent and thoughtful wives.
95 But by the grim contrivances of Zeus
all these other types are here to stay
side by side with man forever. Yes,
Zeus made this the greatest pain of all:
Woman.
If she seems to want to help
100 that's when she does her keeper the most harm.
A man who's with a woman can't get through
a single day without a troubled mind.
He'll never banish Hunger from his house:
unwelcome, hateful lodger, hostile god.
105 Just when a man seems most content at home
and ready for enjoyment, by the grace
of god or man, that's when she'll pick a fight,
her battle-helmet flashing, full of blame.
A household with a woman is at a loss
110 to give a decent welcome to a guest.
The wife who seems the most restrained and good,
she's the most disastrous of them all;
for while her slack-jawed husband gapes at her
the neighbors laugh at how he's been deceived.
115 Each man will diligently praise his own
and blame the next man's wife; we just don't see
that we all share alike in this hard luck.
For Zeus made this the greatest pain of all
and locked us in a shackle hard as iron
120 and never to be broken, ever since
the day that Hades opened up his gates
for all the men who fought that woman's war.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Everything in its right place.. *










Monday, January 30, 2006

Where are you my other part?

Dove sei l'altra parte mia:
vo cercandoti
la notte
quando mi manca la virtu
la quale non importava
il giorno

magari s'io fossi qualcun d'importanza
cosi che ricorderesti di me
magari se tu fossi impetuosa
saresti anche a caccia nel stesso bosco

ma le nuvole di questa notte
oscurano la luce
nel buio delle sogne

non ci ancora conosciamo
ma spero
presto
di svegliarmi

verro ad indossarmi
la propria virtu
e non importera
s'io fossi un re
perche
e' meglio esser nessuno che pensersi un
granche

prendero le armi
verro nel bosco della luce
a caccia
ricordando che le cose buone temono
la superbia
e odiono gli impauriti

che le dispositzioni vanno alla fine

quello felice
va sempre diritto
e nelle sogne
fra le nuvole scure
non si mai rannuvola
nel momento sbagliato

perche trovare quello che si manca
e' fiorirsi

Friday, January 27, 2006

Ruskii Kong!



Holy Shit, Would you wanna get in the ring with that guy? He's Nikolay Valuev the biggest tallest and heaviest boxer of all time.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Aristotle and Nietzsche

I've been inspired, I just emailed this to a professor to see what his take is and i realized I should preserve it on my blog so I can update it with further ideas for everyone's edification. (I mean my own edification)

what do you think about Aristotle's portrayal of the great souled person in relation to Nietzsche's idea of the noble man who self-posits his own worth?

Aristotle makes the case that the true man of great soul engages in excellence and treats people justly, has moderation, shuns honors that are inappropriate etc. and because of this he is seen as arrogant. N.E>1124a20 "Power and wealth are desirable because of the honor they bring, or at any rate people who have them wish to be the recipient of honor through them; and the person to whom even honor is of small consequence (i.e. the grate souled) will treat the other things like that too. This is why great souled people seem to be arrogant."

Following Aristotle's argument so far, the life of action aiming at happiness, is essentially self-positing; the great souled man enjoys this excellence and thus flourishes ( eudaimon). Whether or not he agrees with Aristotle’s particular definitions of what the means that produce excellence are etc. Nietzsche's critique of value judgments originates in the idea that nobility and goodness are essentially self posited-- "a knightly-aristocratic value judgments presupposed a powerful physicality, a flourishing, abundant, even overflowing health, together with that which serves to preserve it: war, adventure, hunting, dancing, war games, and in general all that involves vigorous free, joyful activity." (genealogy of morals,7) For Nietzsche "the good" did not originate with those to whom goodness was shown, but in the good themselves in opposition to the common and plebian. In any case, it occurred to me that Aristotle’s comment about the great of soul being considered arrogant, reminded me of the earlier part where he said that those who are rash will always call the moderate deficient.

Summarizing the argument in Genealogy of Morals, I think Aristotle would agree with Nietzsche. The idea that ressentiment is an attempt to devalue that which one really knows to be valuable, In this case excellence, seems to me to correspond to the pitiable herd value judgments which seek to defend their deficiencies and excesses by trying to say that passion is so strong that seeking pleasure is almost involuntary etc..

Again they most likely wouldn't agree about the particulars, but Aristotle does see the plebian and common type bereft of excellence as pitiable. It seems to me that Nietzsche’s main thrust here is that the slave revolt in morality, angry with it's pathologies and lack of excellence, devalues nobility of spirit and creates new values in contradistinction to them. I quote here: "The wellborn felt themselves to be happy; they did not have to establish their happiness artificially by examining their enemies, or to persuade themselves, deceive themselves, that they were happy ( as all men of ressentiment are in the habit of doing); and they likewise knew, as rounded men replete with energy and therefore necessarily active, that happiness should not be sundered from action—being active was with them necessarily a part of happiness (whence euprattein takes its origin)—all very much the opposite of ‘happiness’ at the level of the impotent, the oppressed, and those in whom poisonous and inimical feeling are festering, with whom it appears as essentially narcotic, drug, rest , peace, ‘Sabbath’, slackening of tension and relaxing of limbs, in short passively.” Genealogy, 10

I think that as much as Nietzsche hates socrates and plato, what he’s hitting upon is important because this distincion is the same one that socrates puts in the symposium. The good life, begetting beautiful ideas – the life of the philosopher, is essentially active. While that of the dionysian symposium is passive. In other words, Alcibiades’ criticism of socrates almost edges on ressentiment. Socrates shuns his beauty because of his excellence, and Alcibiades calls him arrogant, deceptive, etc. But shows that he acknowleges the value of his excellence—i.e. Socrates as a satyr statue with figures of the gods inside.
The active life always is at odds with the political situation because the masses, consideing good to be passion and assuagement of it in ephemeral and indulgent ways—hate to be made aware of spiritual superiorty. For them, happiness, and I think aristotle would agree, is a narcotic kind of passive “fill ones self up’ with things to make one’s self feel good.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Communist Google!

"Google Agrees to Censor Results in China (AP)
SHANGHAI, China


Google Inc. launched a search engine in China on Wednesday that censors material about human rights, Tibet and other topics sensitive to Beijing _ defending the move as a trade-off granting Chinese greater access to other information.

Within minutes of the launch of the new site bearing China's Web suffix ".cn," searches for the banned Falun Gong spiritual movement showed scores of sites omitted and users directed to articles condemning the group posted on Chinese government Web sites.

Searches for other sensitive subjects such as exiled Tibetan leader the Dalai Lama, Taiwan independence, and terms such as "democracy" and "human rights" yielded similar results.

In most such cases, only official Chinese government sites or those with a ".cn" suffix were included.

Google, which has as it's motto "Don't Be Evil," says the new site aims to make its search engine more accessible in China, thereby expanding access to information."


OK so let me get this straight...

1) Google has gone communist...

2) more disturbing...

How the FUCK can a country with 1.2 BILLION PEOPLE NOT muster enough hackers to get around the censor servers, to start the great leap foward cultural internet revolution. If a couple of kids in the US can bring down windows servers for 24 hrs and a kid in norway can crack the dvd protection code which hollywood invested millions in, why can't millions of potential chinese hackers fuck the system?


I mean you'd think that they'd at least wanna look at porn, even if they didnt want to bring down the commies. I mean in a pop. of 1.2 billon people there are probably 100 millionn addicitive sex/porn fiends. HOw does the chinese govmnet manage to censor the internet like this. For some reason it doesnt seem to be possible for too much longer. It's searches like google that become large corporations and then whore themselves out to communist and capitalist assholes alike.

Acutually our whole economy whores itself out to china. ANd they're the best and most clever communists too because they cheat! They cheat i.e. they use a capitalist economy and they fix thier currency against market rates. In other words, they reap all the benefits of capitalism because they draw off all the apetitive cravings of the most capitalist countries by making thier fix currency goods wholesaleable. This paradox can only go on for so much longer.

I guess i should make it clear, I like capitalism. There's nothing better, only worse. But fuck the commies and fuck google for sleeping with them, i mean why do they need their shitty yuans anyway?

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Away messages of the day als typische Kategorien


Yes, this is dorky-- but I'm analyzing away messages!


Feel free to post particularly ridiculous ones and i'll add them.

Today we have the following not so choice examples--->

"Commandment Breifing, nap, and then signing for my $30,000!"--
this one resides in the classification of away messages that tell you exactly what someone is doing, this person is in the army, needs a nap, and then gets 30 grand. Similar types will state things such as showers, naps, gone to class etc.

"i'm in love with the world, through the eyes of a girl"-

this might be what I would call the abstraction type. This away message is meant to tell the voyeur of awaymessageAIMland that the person has some sort of abstract psychological thing to say, he's in love with someone? he's been listening to too much madonna? I dunno, but he won't be specific.

"i want to be a lion. yeah everyone wants to pass as cats. we all want to be big, big stars, but we've got different reasons for that."-

This person has borrowed lyrics from an Everclear song, maybe father of mine. I spotted it immediately. They don't tell you that they're using song lyrics.

And then there's always the person who quotes from cartoons, like the simpsons. I'm not even gonna transcribe it. It usually goes something like this: "homer: blah blah blah--- punch-line"; "stewie:{english accent} blah blah blah, wahahaha, punchline"

we get the idea.


"has congenital adrenal hyperpasia. that is, a hermaphodite."

Shocking, wow, Im shocked, i mean come on, arn't hermaphodites like... "wow"? fascinating! Arn't you shocked? What is this? Is it like this (below)? No actually we all see that and think WTF is this, but the person who wrote about the hermaphodites thinks its funny, precisly because we all think WTF is that. And so I don't know whether to laugh at them or with them. I mean I could be schizophrenic and do both!

"fuckfuckfuckfuckj!"

this is one of my own away messages, my favorite actually. Away messages with shit, fuck, damnnit, or any combination of explitives are cathartic ways to passively bitch to everyone on your buddy list that things are fucked up. It's a good way of getting people to ask you whats wrong.

then there's always that particular person, ahem, who always calls attention to themselves almost more vainly than they do in real life, or maybe it's just because you know what kind of people they are, that their away messages make you want to puke. yet, you keep them on your buddy list just because you can't deny thier entertainment value-- how seriously they take thier own away messages.
there have been worse, much worse examples but here's one

"holy shit. I was complaining that no one here wants to go to the hob with me tomorrow night, so someone's coming from kansas for the concert. unbelievable."

Right, I see... You're so popular and beloved by everyone that it's so surprising that wednesday night at the University of Chicago no one wants to go with you to a concert. Oh yeah and you're even more popular that someone's coming from Kansas!?!? wow! And you're so important that everyone should feel bad for you too?

i don't wanna trivialize aim messages, no one's supposed to think about them too much, they're supposed to be superficial and enigmatic. But I would say that people often use them to propogate social messages etc. They're all stupid and all fun for somebody.

The person whose maway message simply says "away," then, is the person who is either too lazy to personalize, or who likes to make thier away from or at keyboard experience completely shrouded in mystery..

That said, before I keep on ranting, meine Erkundigung muß zur siner Ende kommen.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Wow, the french have balls?

Chirac would nuk'em! ---"The leaders of states who would use terrorist means against us, as well as those who would consider using in one way or another weapons of mass destruction, must understand that they would lay themselves open to a firm and adapted response on our part," Chirac said during a visit to a nuclear submarine base in northwestern France.

"This response could be a conventional one. It could also be of a different kind."

Cool.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

this iz whts up

Hey so whats the difference between a blog and a diary? Why am I doing this? I think it's because some guy emailed me and wanted to use the name of my blog since I never used it. Sorry it's mine.

So yeah life in Chicago is peachy right now.



I spent the last week going out every night and I somehow still managed to write a paper and get all my work done. -->
really kids




I have tons of work, but i quit my job at crerar (wait i just never showed up or talked to the boss) and not being weighed down with hundreds of pages of reading is good for me. I don't feel quite as stressed as a I did before. Fuck stress. I wanna leave hyde park as much as possible, go do shit, take funny pictures, find new bars, meet new people. I still love the reg tho.

Oh yeaah check out this picture of Azure with her loads of booze.

Shopping for parties is fun, it's fun to be the corrupter of minors!~



Yesterday I went downtown to see the magic flute at the lyric opera, it was great. if you look closely you will see that the bald headed man in the center of the blury pictrure is eliot crick. He's everywhere, i bet he was bootleging the performance, sneaky prick.



I think opera might be one of the last things this day and age that can completely galvinize my emotion. I simply cannot control how it makes me feel, unless it's a boring part. Beautiful arias sieze my soul, beautiful voices, the soft rolling hum of the orchestra, one thing was missing last nite....


where are you maria?

I've been listening to to much 80s too much rap, too much bullshit. I should leave the ipod at home or fill it with something else, I might have damaged my hearing already, whatever. I still think there might be something to be said for allan blooms comments about kids and thier music. I agree with Bloom that only classical music "uses the passions and satisfies them while sublimating them and giving them an artistic unity"

Here bloom quotes Plato:

"Rhythm and melody accompanied by dance, are the barbarous expression of the soul... the medium of the human soul in its most ecstatic condition of wonder and terror" (Closing of the American Mind p. 71).

ROck music and rap makes one's mind hostile to reason! music and poetry demand a delicate balance between passion and reason. rock music has as its exclusive aim, "a barbaric appeal, to sexual desire--not love.. ." (Closing of the American mind p. 73). Bloom's view of rock and rap music -- imagining that youth receive from it the undulating rhythm of sexual intercourse makes me immmediately think of MTV and most every damn party ive ever been to. popular music is a sexual feast that "gives children, on a silver platter, with all the public authority of the entertainment industry, everything their parents always used to tell them they had to wait for until they grew up and would understand later" (Clsoing of the American Mind p. 73).


so yeah, rigoletto is next week, i'm sure it will be orgasmic despite what bloom says. i think it might even be a sexual feast, its all about passion and sex and love, minus the Sycthian drum beating and rythmic vibes of pure intercourse, if you know me you know what i mean. More like that fine italian refinement. THinking about that another thing bloom said somewhere was that tradition is only called tradition once it's dead. Opera is kinda like that, its a dead art, all the stuff that's good is old. Its for "cultured" folks. It's refined! But if people had ipods back when verdi and mozart were pumping out their operas, well The would have sold lots of them.
Just think about hitler with an ipod listening to wagner, he might not have ever felt it was so special, cuz ipods degrade all of our music and make it petty. So if hitler had an ipod, maybe he wouldn't have been such a moron.

Ok now i'm on a lost rant,

so cheers to the first blog entry, so exciting for everyone

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Whoever Finds this...

Yeah so I feel like I need a place to vent. The only thing I'm concerned about is that I'll write shit here that might look bad. But on the other hand if I really cared that much I wouldn't write it down. The little desire that someone out there might entertain themselves, breifly, reading this horrible blog with horrible things to say (.... horribile dictu) drives me to finally use this useless website.