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| So I'm back in Naperville for 3-4 weeks, and chances are high that I'll spend plenty of time doing nothing around the house. Therefore, I should try to cram in as much movie-watching/book-reading during that period of time while I still can. Does anyone have any movies or books to recommend?
My current movies list is:
Airplane!
Apocalypse Now
No Country for Old Men
The Princess Bride (maybe?)
Raging Bull
Spiderman 3
Also, I haven't written anything on here in ~6 months, but I don't really like telling stories, so I'll just say that my first semester at Harvey Mudd has been awesome. I have nothing else to stay at the moment, so for right now, END OF LINE.
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| So it's been about 3 months since I've written a post, which somewhat surprises me, but at the same time it doesn't, considering how lethargic I've become (at least compared to my old self).
Anyway, just a quick recap of what's happened during the past three months: I decided to go to Harvey Mudd, got 3rd in Computer Science at WYSE (the team got 3rd as well), had a blast in New York City for BPA (got 5th in JAVA, 7th in Network Design Team), graduated, rocked out in Wisconsin for a weekend, and finally started programming again.
And now, some somewhat random poems (Sailing to Byzantium, Lost Tribe, and, just for the heck of it, Ozymandias). If you don't care: END OF LINE.
Sailing to Byzantium (1928) - W.B. Yeats
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
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Lost Tribe (1988) - Wole Soyinka
Ants disturbed by every passing tread
The wandering tribe still scurries round
In search of lost community. Love by rote,
Care by inscription. Incantations without magic.
Straws outstretched to suck at every passing broth,
Incessant tongues pretend to a way of thought--
Where language mints are private franchise,
The coins prove counterfeit on open markets.
Hard-sell pharmacies dispense all social pills:
"Have a nice day now." "Touch someone."
There's premium on the verb imperative--some
Instant fame psychologist pronounced it on TV--
He's now forgotten like tomorrow's guru,
Instant cult, disposable as paper diaper--
Firm commands denote sincerity;
The wish is wishy-washy, lacks "contact
Positive." The waiter barks: "Enjoy your meal,"
Or crisper still "Enjoy!" You feel you'd better!
Buses, subway, park seats push the gospel,
Slogans like tickertapes emblazon foreheads--
"Talk it over with someone--now, not later!"
"Take down fences, not mend them."
"Give a nice smile to someone." But, a tear-duct
Variant: "Have you hugged your child today?"
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Ozymandias (1818) - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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| Harvey Mudd - Accepted
I guess the college decision process isn't over yet...
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| No go. U of I it is, then.
I might write more stuff later, but right now I don't really feel like it.
One quarter left.
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|  | Currently Watching
Oldboy
By Min-sik Choi, Ji-tae Yu, Hye-jeong Kang, Dae-han Ji, Dal-su Oh, Byeong-ok Kim (II), Seung-Shin Lee, Jin-seo Yun, Dae-yeon Lee, Kwang-rok Oh, Tae-kyung Oh, Yeon-suk Ahn, Il-han Oo, Su-hyeon Kim (II), Seung-jin Lee, Su-kyeong Yun, Myeong-shin Park, Yi Yong, Dae-han Chi
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Deferred. We'll see how it goes.
EDIT: Accepted @ UIUC.
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