So, who am I? Why am I so angry? Why would I use anthropoid?
Well, let’s start with the easy stuff. I’m not that angry really, more annoyed than anything else. But, annoyed anthropoid just sounds too sing-songy. And I use anthropoid because it sounded better with angry. I mean one angry human is just silly, no music to it at all.
- The use of unnecessarily wordy and indirect language.
- Evasion in speech or writing.
- A roundabout expression
So who am I; I, pretending to be you, asked? Well, The easiest answer is that my name is Alexx. I just moved from New Jersey, where I have lived since birth, to Oregon. I’m currently living in Beaverton, a suburb of Portland. I’m only here till I can find a job and move to to the city proper. I’ve been known to rock a poem here and there and have one fine tolerance for scotch and boring conversations.
So this blog is meant as a sort of post-travel narrative, a chronical of the after college, after relocation life of one displaced New Jersian. So, I’ll be back with stories, links and general rantings soon enough. For now here are some quotes that mean something or another.
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.” Charles Bukowski
“There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer for them, or turn them into literature.” Stephen Stills
“Words — so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.” Nathaniel Hawthorne
“Everywhere I go, I’m asked if I think the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them.” Flannery O’Connor
“Alright, brain. You don’t like me and I don’t like you, but let’s just do this and I can get back to killing you with beer.” Homer J. Simpson
I miss you and all your circumlocution. Even though we don’t speak much anymore, its strange knowing that you’re not in NJ when I come home. Wheres the marshmellows? So keep in touch and remember…mas chocolate – eat shit! Leemer