Friday, February 20, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Take my heart
No, really. I cut it out of my chest and soaked it in poison just for you to ingest.

This is the english translation of Boccaccio's Decameron's day 4, tale 1, in which Tancredi, Prince of Salerno and father of Ghismonda, slays his daughter's lover, Guiscardo, and sends her his heart in a golden cup: she pours upon it a poisonous distillation, which she drinks and dies. C'est l'amour.Via LOL Manuscripts!.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
What's in a name?
As it turns out, having an unpopular name makes you more likely to become a juvenile delinquent. The study is an obvious abuse of statistics, but it does explain a lot of urges I feel. As it turns out, Ernest is a dangerous dangerous name. Just as naming your child Diogenes nearly guarantees that he will be a philosopher, naming him Ernest ensures that he will be a criminal. You are all warned, and the government probably has tabs on me.
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
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