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A Series of Theses (Not really, more like ideas than theses)

1. “Would a modern-day Quixote survive?”

2. “I… Took a piss at MIT. Think of it as an inauguration.”

3. “A blimp hangar on the outskirts of an urbane, banal town. Almost, but not quite. One can almost grab the feeling of euphoria, that damned-cool sensation, in real life due to things like this blimp hangar. It adds mystique, character, and adventure. Mostly though, it adds a touch of the unknown. At the last second, when we nearly cross the threshold into the land of big-screen-impossibility, a director in a beret confines it within a film reel to be edited, published, and mass-produced. Truth be told though, life isn’t a movie. Just how boring can things get?”

4. “Just how cool… is Diana’s mom? An odd question, to say the least. Her mother is like a big mama cow, a character with TRUE CHARACTER that transcends the normalcy of daily life. Once again though, the character doesn’t extend to it’s full potential – Diana’s mother is still a mother, and not a mama cow.”

5. “‘We evolve, we grow, but do we sell our souls along the way? Or do people like me cling desperately to antiquated images and ideals of the past?”

6. “Growing up in Irvine – a planned, sheltered, bubble of a suburb.”

7. Looking in as an outsider/removed narrator, regarding the change that “folks back at home” have underwent: “Perhaps it’s because I’ve been gone, on extended leave, but I view things differently from the people whom I formerly shared my views with so dearly. These resident domestics do not see what they have entangled themselves into – A graduation from simple middle-school idealism to high-school superficiality. It’s a homecoming, perhaps, but this isn’t my home, and these aren’t my people.”

8. Building off of my previous thesis, I stated that this (Irvine) “wasn’t my home”. If so, then what is? I find that hard to answer – I’d rather not get too attached to things like this. I take solace in living life as the solo-mio, itinerant individual. Now, that all just sounds like a load of propagandistic shit – BUT: I’ve  yet to confine myself to a straightforward, american highway path down life. As of now, I’m taking winding side roads, looking for touge’s with other ‘drifters’. (Hint hint: Double meaning: Touge = mountain race, where people drift cars very often)

9. An Age of Specialization: Now’s right about the age where people specialize into different branches – sports, science, literature.

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