BIO
nyc born+raised. LPhiE. Chinese-American. Foul-mouthed driver. Part-time superhero. Full-time ninja turtle. half Gladiator, half Guru. Starving wilderness-survival artist. Serial video-games cheater. RSS feed glutton.
LIKES
cool gadgets+gear. addictive TV. kickass graphic novels. Movies with a Twist. beach+indoor volleyball (w/o scrubs please).
camping-hiking-swimming. Seedless watermelon and/or grapes. Leadership theory. extraordinary prose painting ordinary life. Aggressive driving. bookstore squatting.
NOW
Business+intl studies major
@Philadelphia, PA
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Probably my favorite book from childhood. It accomplishes what every children's book should, yet rarely does: delight the senses and accelerate the imagination, create the suspension of disbelief without patronizingly mistaking it for naivete, and finally... create a new alphabet.
Such an awesome book -- a summation of my love affair with dinosaurs.
“I don’t know, dude,” Denny says, “I just want the days of my life to add up to something.”
The way every day of your life, the way it can just disappear in front of the television, Denny says he wants a rock to show for each day. Something tangible. Just one thing. A little monument to mark the end of each day. Each day he doesn’t spend jacking himself off.
“Tomestone” isn’t the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind.
--- Choke, by Chuck Palahniuk
