We Are Anon

Masked balls are fascinating events. Masquerades really became popular in the 15th century, when a mad, but perhaps more genius, king who crashed his own party, and promptly managed to set his outfit on fire.

The spectacular portion of such a ball is how you are able to talk and communicate, but be able to leave any baggage behind. Assuming that you have a really good disguise, or that everyone else is half blind, of course. You can interact, learn, and delve into others, while being perfectly free to let yourself spill over. Nothing really matters, you are just learning for the sake of learning. There is no conclusion, there are no consequences.

Wouldn’t it be interesting to be completely anonymous?

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on Library Peoples

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.

Give me your huddled, your broken,
Your wondering souls along a broken road.
Those weary feet, those lungs choken’
On smoke and dreams no more.

Give me your students hyped on coffee,
Waiting for inspiration to strike.
The scared, avoiding catasrophe,
Brave in appearence, but overcome with fright.

O, give me those who thrist for knowledge,
and those who long for something more.
Whose every breath looks towards college
but mind still roams through ancient lore.

The yuppies, consumed with ipods on,
immersed in music, ignorant of those around.
The homeless, seeking shelter from the wet lawn
and onto the computers they become bound.

The kids, who in innocence play
with heads dreaming of dragons in flight,
The old, with bodies wasting away
but minds still sharp as they read through the night.

Send all these, the broke, the wondrous in mind,
I lift my lamp besides a book they shall find!



partly inspired because of arriving at 8:30 when Bellevue Regional doesn’t open until 9.


I learned a new trick recently.

So, for all you myopic people out there, waking up in the morning can be a hassle, especially if you accidentally fell asleep while reading, and now can’t find your precious glasses. The way that I would have used to see and find my glasses was to whip out my smartphone, get the camera running and look at that while it brought everything else in focus. Not a bad workaround, eh?

But, there is a way that is a whole lot cooler. And makes you feel a lot more like a pirate.

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Everyone Lies

Too much House, not enough time…

I suppose you could also say Too much IB, not enough time… translates to be about the same meaning.

Every single person is a liar in some degree. Some are better at covering it up than others, while others proclaim themselves as either entirely manipulative or wholly pure. Many believe lies to be wicked, or evidence of a poor moral fiber.

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Insomnia is a condition regarding the inability to fall asleep when desired, usually resulting in some form of sleep deprivation. This much-studied disease has an odd property: All IB students seem to be entirely immune to it, as they subject themselves to sleep torture on a much more willing process of finishing homework or facebook trolling.

which makes it all the more concerning why I have it right now.

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