Moving to Phoenix

I'm going to be moving to Glendale, Arizona in the summer. It's just northwest of Phoenix. I will be teaching at Glendale Preparatory Academy as an Art teacher for 6th-10th graders. The school itself is a liberal arts charter school under the umbrella of the Great Hearts Academies. I'm basically very excited to go out there and have a job, but something that I know is going to be of noble purpose-that is important to me.
I will miss D.C., for sure, yet I am sure that this will be a lot of fun, and I have high hopes.

I'm excited about the heat.

Always,

Peter

Quantum Physics, WTF

Sitting at the capbar with my friends.  

Paul is telling me all about physics and stuff.  He's pretty smart.

I just learned all about Quantum Physics on Wikipedia.  Who needs to go to college when you can just look this stuff up on the internet?  Ok, so according to wiki, you can tell a computer to do two things: on or off.  It's so simple, I never thought that what I've been doing all my life is turning things on.  So there's these people, according to wiki, that are of the belief that computers will eventually evolve into the new humans and we'll create them, so the more physics and computer stuffs we do, the closer we are to the eventual annihilation of the human race! Sweet!  

Physics is much more complicated than literature, really it is.

But seriously.

Scary stuff bro.  Go to i-doser.com

messed up, they believe that by playing binary sound bites at a specific frequency it will replicate the effects of getting drunk, bumping nasties, tripping on acid, multiple things.  They even have peyote; their "hits" are usually between 3-5 bucks, but then they have premium hits, which they highly recommend not using.  There's a potency level for the average hits of between normal and very strong.  The premium hits are called "The Gates of Hades" and "The Hand of God," and their potency levels are categorized as "unexplainable."  

Stuff's messed up.  I don't even know guys.

Hell's Ditch,

Peter Bloch

Brideshead Revisited

I'm going to begin writing my thesis on the book Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh. It's a lovely book, and I recommend reading it, if you haven't already.

Forget About It

I don't need mimetic theory to tell me that Don Quixote and Sancho Panza are friends...

Starting the Road Trip from CUA
It is good to start this way.

Our destination calls us to the snow blasted fields,
A purple house next a grainless silo, a frozen pond.
At the CUA, a blending of ancient
and modern
has been built up, to the grandeur
of universal ideas.
A dip in the font: my head, belly, and shoulders.
A kneeler bends, the empty marble echoes its sound.
Tourists cyclopean,
Attending without being
Able gracefully to capture
The omnipresent, illusive mystery.
And yet they are here too.
Emmanuel, and do we know it?
Two in the afternoon at Kirk's house
Looking at Google for our destination.
We are called to the snow blasted fields,
Next to a grain silo and a warm house,
With a wood burning stove to keep
The snowmen - those with a mind
Of winter - at bay.
It is good to start this way.

12/30/08

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all.

Most notably, it is Christmas Morning.
Et Verbum Caro Factum Est.

My father informs me that it's time for "an outdoor mimosa adventure," which means that he wants to sojourn outside for an alcoholic and tobaccic constitutional on the deck.

You know you're celebrating a Catholic holiday when:
A) You receive in your stocking: Jack Daniel's flavored coffee, French Wines for Dummies, and a book on Mental Prayer.
B) Instead of watching MTV Cribs, you watch Baby Jesus up in his crib.
C) You get excited about reading Jeeves and Wooster books.
D) Brunch doesn't start until 3 in the afternoon.
E) Everyone is dead tired, except for the littlest kids, from Midnight Mass.

So, to all of you out there who aren't Catholic but still participated in at least 3 out of 5 of those, you know what you have to do.
No, but seriously, I hope that this Christmas was less magical than the last, but more sobering and deeper. The more I move away from my childhood notions of Christmas, the more I realize that it's more about the gifts, greed, and piling up of treasures here beneath the fake plastic re-usable Holiday Tree.
Right. Well then, my father wills that I go out now for mandatory fun on the porch.

Peace and Love, Truth and Euclid,

Mr. Bloch III

The Lunacy of Balance or "ya, you heard me, gimme a Bud Lime"

Dear Peter, I voted in the beer poll at least twice and the last time I voted for Bud Lime 1) because you gave it to me as an option 2) under the compulsion of a very very bright full moon 3) because it might actually be the best 4) to restore the ultimate balance of the universe. That is all. The die is cast. See you soon. Signed, Davey

To His Coy...Prufrock?

A friend of mine is reading poems with Dr. Whalen. He told me that Eliot might allude to "To His Coy Mistress." Squeezing the universe into a ball, Do I dare disturb the universe? Maybe Eliot really liked Marvell's war on time. Anyone heard this before?

I am the Tennessee Pusher

Has anyone heard the new Old Crow Medicine Show CD Tennessee Pusher? In my opinion, it's mellow and evokes a feeling of country rather than hick; the presence of slide guitar and harmonious vocals exponentially increased, while the fiddle and harmonica decreased. It appears that large quantities of methamphetamine, cannabis, and cocaine resulted in a radically different sound than we, the listener, is used to. I must clarify by saying that the radical novelty of this sound is not altogether unpleasant, nor is it devoid of any merit, yet it is clear that Old Crow has done something different, perhaps due to the general spirit of "change" in the United States. Also, notably, Willie, my favorite, is still skinny and full of knee-buckling energy--there are some things that simply won't change. Now, on the last page of their luxurious album insert, they (I don't know who "they" are, but I'd like to find out, maybe there's a job offer involved somewhere...) have seen fit to inform us of the exact type of pickups that Old Crow uses, as well as the types of strings with which they string their instruments (D'addario's in case you're wondering. Good stuff). Josh Neu, you may know the moist-lipped Philosophy/English major, describes this insertion as "selling out," and backs up his egregious assertion by saying, "I like D'addario's and all, but they've sold out." If that doesn't create a circular argument, I don't know what does, but then again, he has an extremely nice yearbook photo with Mr. Peter Kane: can we say, creeper mustache, and a dirty goat, along with puckered lips, and a "bro" haircut?
Enough of that. John Sercer wrote a story, and it's about Jerry.
Old Crow Medicine show has sold out, and their music got better. How does that work? I don't know if they did sell out, I think Josh Neu has an opinion on the matter, but he's too busy working out external and internal relationships (some philosophical jargon, don't worry he'll explain it) between various signs on Northwest Highway.
In recent news: Wednesday is now fun. We (Sercer, Misko, Neu, Kane, Pixies, et cetera) have decided that we will put everything off to Wednesday, thus, we procrastinate until Wednesday--traditionally called hump day at Medieval Oxford. Today is Wednes--Hump Day, and we went to the Raj Mahal and bought some Levi something or other, it's "chaw." This chaw was then inserted into the various gaping maws and chewed on until the frothy slobbery spittle welled up in those mouths, at which time the brown chaw juice was most justly expectorated onto the Mall. Dr. Frank refused to accompany the 7 man chaw group, but did, however, ask us to "spit one for [him]." We spit rivers of brown glossy chaw product, and doused the mall from Tower to Braniff, leaving a veritable river of laughter, slobber, and Good Ol' Boy Texas accents in our wake. Don't worry, it's brown on brown, no one will notice. Unfortunately one of the education majors in her new fancy suede boots stepped into Sercer's pool of spit...gotta watch out there honey, it's a doosey...glorious.

Nothing much here, but, as you all know, I am Lord Bloch in Fr. McGuire's class, which makes me feel special. Joe Wauck is almost done with his thesis, and Joe Amorella's bald spot is still a favorite landing pad for the flies (drives him insane). No, we haven't cleaned out the closet yet, maybe some day. But we all eagerly await Brandon Misko's return from the Continent.

It's all for Bonnie Charlie, and St. Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna.



Peace and Love, Truth and Euclid,

Lord Bloch
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"They churn

With upright plumes the sky's abyss;

Far, far below, the arbours glow

Where once they felt Mercurial bliss"
-"The Birth of Language"
C.S. Lewis

Tim Eriksen - folk music

Stream this: http://www.timeriksenmusic.com/comet/index.html

Also, the far left album is very good.

A blog for bloch

Etymology of prastination: Pro-for, towards, cras: tomorrow or sometime in the future. So it's a putting for the future. VOILA!

Etymology of etymology: etumos: the true or original form of a thing. Logos: duh.

So Let It Be Written, So Let It Be Done

That's so Post Modern,
But it looks like it will have to be

Neo-Mip0dernism, the Neo-Synthesis of All Heresies

And the Exit Polls are Showing...

So I take it that the results from the election being in (barring the possibility of a recount, of course), we now have Neo-Ipodernism?

Only 17 Hours Left to Vote

Now's the hour! Vote on what comes after Post-Modernism, and if we're lucky, it will be ipodism.
Also, a note on that, I meant it to be more insidious than it sounds, so the acronym for ipod is:
"Intentional Promulgation Of the Demonic"

~Lord Bloch

Opening remarks: a credo, i'll claim it if you like it

Mark Helprin said that complex men exact their magnanimity by the simplest means. I only have simple means, and maybe they will grow into bug-luscious blossoms of enchanting magnanimity. Here is a wonderful poem by the great Christian poet Tyler Blanski:

Kiss a girl;

Spin the world;

Watch squirrels.