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Name: evan
Birthday: 12/14/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: the Divine Person Jesus, other people, music, philosophy, vespas.
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Occupation: Student
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| Oh my dear Stricklandsteins!
I've got some DANDY news! Soon, I'll be making my way to India (for real... that's why i'm posting here again - it's important)! For anyone who's interested in the trip, and who'd maybe like to support me financially, well, you don't HAVE to (unless you were under divine command, in which case, you'd better!!! WHOA!), but i'd sure appreciate it.
Check out this link to a blog i've created SPECIALLY for my trip: To India with Evan. i do miss you, and you should all know that i read my subscription email everyday, and i LOVE what you're writing. really. i read it. honest.
So that's to let you know, and that's that!
Later.
evan | | |
| dear Gil,
i don't know how to say this... i've found a space where i'm more suited. so i think i'm going to post there. yes, i know. i haven't even been around in a while. don't take it personally, but i don't feel missed, and hardly known. again, when you're a solipsist like me, it's never anything personal against anyone else. just by definition. i might post every now and then, but i think it might only be just a copy of what i post on my other space. my space. no really, i'm literally signed up at http://www.myspace.com/evanrosa. i have just sown seeds of treason. i am seditious and mutinous to cast this announcement over a xanga.com weblog.
my worst fear is that i'll be equally unmissed and less known at my other station - and thus make me your proverbial "man without a country". there is no easier or more ultimate way to ingrain solipsism. i must be true, Gil. i must be true.
on another, completely unrelated and shameless note (and apparently as if i said nothing of the previous sort), THIEVES AND LIARS is the best band i've heard in a while. and i would encourage absolutely everyone that i know to listen to their music at http://www.myspace.com/wearethievesandliars. Gil, i'm serious. and once you listen, tell someone else about them, and spread sonic love.
well, Gil - this can't be goodbye. but really, it can't be hello, as long as you and i remain solipsists. we are a lonely two, you and i.
"Is there anybody listening?" - Queensryche
really. with all my love i could provide another,
http://www.myspace.com/evanrosa | | |
| dear Willard,
I know it's been a while. You've been through alot, I know, but as long as you stay a solipsist, you'll have no one to share your lots with. That is, save for starting up an international annual conference for solipsists, to provide friendship and support, but then, that's not exactly conducive to your beliefs. you only imagine my words to you.
i'm in the middle of the semester. writing papers about skepticism and seeing objects in virtue of their surfaces, and other things. i was going to continue my letter to you, but i've all of a sudden realized that you're no one. and you're not listening. you being a solipsist has only isolated yourself from all your friends. it's time you've allowed the existence of others, alright. till then, i don't think we can stay in communication. you just don't listen to me. but who can blame a person who doesn't respond to what isn't there?
you're on your own Willard. you're on your own.
evan | | |
| Dear Augustine,
Things are feeling quite augustine today, it being the first day of your namesake month and all. Yet slightly more. Something about a heart being restless, and such. Until that restless thing finds its repose in... well, the only Repose. Since reading your journals, I've oft thought of returning to them (since, to be perfectly honest, i didn't quite finish them). Maybe someday soon, after i learn to manage the insane approaching deathkill amount of reading i've got. maybe that's a bit of over-eggsadjuratin'.
the reading's not that much, it's just that i spend time in silly ways. However, i just CAN'T continue on in complaint of the amount of time i have. those are the trends of college sophomores, and for some reason, many people i know and/or overhear at coffee shops have remained college sophomores well into their 30s. i pray 40 would catapult them into adult hood.
oh my, but look at me, rambling again.
just a month before school begins, and i'm looking forward, dear Auggie, with hopeful expectation to think some more about philosophy. in particular, i await my Hume course, and my independent study program with Barry Stroud, well known Hume scholar.
to round off my return correspondence, Augustine, i've been recording my guitar onto a computer recently with a friend of mine for our musical group, Versatile Turner. we hope to have a 10-songer cd soon. You asked for our website recently, and i'm unaware as to how a 4th-century Church father has computer, let alone internet!, access, but here it is: www.versatileturner.com.
i do hope your heart is finding its Repose restful and rejuvenating. And tell your mom thanks for the cassarole.
this Repose of yours lures me,
evan | | |
| Dear Horatio (and, of course, hello Gloria)
it's now been close to a month since i sprained my ankle, and while it definitely feels stronger, i somehow know that i wont yet be able to skate or surf or play badmitten. damn you ankle! what kind of impression do you intend to make?!?
forgive me, Horace, i've been obsessed with reapproaching surfing with a new vigor, as it's been ages since i've dipped into the cool pacific to wander its wild waves.
i've also recently shaved my head, which, i've realized makes me quite cold. i don't dare release my beard, lest i desire hypothermicacia! ha! the scooter is running well, and apparently my fair lady-friend, Lani, desires one as well. i speak from my bowels in saying, a 39 mile for an hour ride leaves an indelible crater on the surface of one's heart. i find myself only filling it with more vespa-ma-chronic action!
i do hope that Gloria's vaporizer is safely returned, and that little Jamal is remaining occupied,
yours perspicuously,
evan
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