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Et Tu Brute?

  • News | Nov.30, 2011

    Et Tu Brute?

    Here I lay limp, clutching Death’s hand. This knife cuts deep in my chest. It tears my heart in half. They circled round, and mocked me as they cut and slashed my pride. I sensed no plot. It came as a surprise, a shock that shook my foundation. But their sin could not reach my heart. No, their sin could not penetrate the bony cage around my heart. But your knife, my betrayer, your sharp knife cut deep into my chest. My heart is now pierced and blood pours forth, leaving me to wonder as life fades, “Et tu Brut

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  • News | Nov.30, 2011

    This Is Not My Life: Part 1

    “You know, you should really invest in a map.” The disapproving tone that my mother used made it seem as though owning a map was comparable to having a Social Security number.

    “Right…” I couldn’t stop the eye roll. “I obviously need a map, so when you tell me that we are moving to…” I had to re-glance at the strange word she had written on the Post-It note stuck to the table “…Pokemouche, Canada, I will immediately know where that is.”

    “Well, it might help…”

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  • Portfolio | Nov.30, 2011

    Silhouette

    Your shadow dances in the moonlight

    A silhouette, form where there is nothing

    Is this what’s left of us?

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  • News | Nov.30, 2011

    An Unexpected Discovery

    It was a balmy 70 degrees out— uncommonly warm for December, especially in Maine. If you stepped outside in a sleepy haze, your senses could deceive you into believing it was April and summer was only a few short months away. This didn’t matter to Henry; all that mattered was the date on the calendar.

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  • News | Nov.30, 2011

    Onychoprion

    In the parking lot

    Where we danced a lot

    It was Camelot

    I was Lancelot

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  • Portfolio | Nov.30, 2011

    The Place of the Skull

    There is a certain bench positioned along a certain path in a certain park that grants the perfect vantage point for watching people walk. I sit there often, and watch the people walk. They are infinite in their variety, even in the brief glances I steal from my bench. Most of them are shy. They never look at me, sitting on my bench. They are afraid to meet the eyes of a stranger. Why should they be? It doesn’t matter; it is all the more charming. Most of them walk with heads down, attention directed inward. They are thinking about family, or work, or any number of temporal problems.

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  • Uncategorized | Nov.30, 2011

    Retro Corner: Magic Really Does Exist

    We all remember those fantastic castles and hidden woods described in the tales of our childhood. One of the best kept Disney secrets is that those places are actually real. There is indeed a way to live out your Disney dreams.

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  • News | Nov.30, 2011

    A Cluttered Desk Is a Sign of Genius

    I have a sign above my desk that says, “A Cluttered Desk is a Sign of Genius.” The sign, conveniently stolen from my dad’s workbench (which, in addition to being misused, is also a mess), says quite a lot about me—well, about me, and about my desk. As any roommate I’ve ever had (yes, I’m looking at all of you) can attest, I’m less Charlie Brown or Linus, and more Pigpen. There may not be a dustcloud following me around, and there may not be dirt on my face (well, at least not when I’m saving something from lunch for later), but it’s no question. My name is Tom and…I’m a mess-aholic.

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Nov.30, 2011

    Games Night

    If I said “party game,” you’d probably say, “pong.” There is, however, more to life than red cups and one’s aptitude for accurate aim while impaired. Remember the days when a “shot” was a scary thing doctors gave and “whine” was what you did to get your way? (Okay, getting shots still terrifies me and I still attempt—in vain—to whine for what I want, but that’s beside the point). I think it is about time we pay tribute to the underrated entertainment of our upbringing. I am proposing a revolution: Bring back board games! This weekend, instead of grinding in a dirty basement, gather your gang and play some of these childhood—make that college—classics.

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  • News | Nov.30, 2011

    Creature

    Creature, Creature,

    They locked you up.

    Creature, Creature,

    You cut her up.

    Creature, Creature,

    Shut me up.

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