so i always knew that the band's name, the doors, was influenced by aldous huxley's The Doors of Perception -- my friend, tony, who i was an orientation leader with the summer after my freshman year, loved this book. i sort of want to read it, but since it's about huxley's drug experimentation i don't know if i'll be able to get into it. i want to read it anyway. but what i didn't know (and what i found out a couple days ago) was that jim morrison actually used to read william blake:
if the doors of perception were cleaned
every thing would appear to man as it is: in-
-finite.
pretty sweet. i love this quote. and i love william blake a whole lot more now. and i even love my brit lit class -- this was probably one of the only memorable things i actually learned about blake.
!!i'm going to real college, as my sister dubs it, this weekend with lauren: lehigh!! should be awesome to see erica/get away for a couple of days.
!!
10.17.2009
typical friday night
i'm here with lauren at my house on the island. we're going to tell you about our night:
- we went to the blue parrot. what's worse than that is:
- we were willing to pay a $5 cover to go to the blue parrot
- we (i) made chocolate chip cookies and we (i) ate all of them.
- we got a surprise phone call from liz who's in london right now! spent way too much (way too little) time on the phone catching up with her.
and here's the best for last:
my basement flooded. no big deal. which leads to:
- we hung out in my house in 3 layers of pants, 2 of socks, uggs, and yes, a scarf. and had to sleep with no heat.
the basement flood was definitely a good time. the rest of the night following was a mixture of internal freak-outs and external attempts to be totally chill. but retrospectively, it was kind of funny. you see, we thought the heat was broken. but really, we just needed to flick the system switch on downstairs--and ONLY that switch. we learned that the hard way, when we flicked a second switch that prompted a gushing a water that we realized about 10 minutes after.
at least we got to cuddle after!
- we went to the blue parrot. what's worse than that is:
- we were willing to pay a $5 cover to go to the blue parrot
- we (i) made chocolate chip cookies and we (i) ate all of them.
- we got a surprise phone call from liz who's in london right now! spent way too much (way too little) time on the phone catching up with her.
and here's the best for last:
my basement flooded. no big deal. which leads to:
- we hung out in my house in 3 layers of pants, 2 of socks, uggs, and yes, a scarf. and had to sleep with no heat.
the basement flood was definitely a good time. the rest of the night following was a mixture of internal freak-outs and external attempts to be totally chill. but retrospectively, it was kind of funny. you see, we thought the heat was broken. but really, we just needed to flick the system switch on downstairs--and ONLY that switch. we learned that the hard way, when we flicked a second switch that prompted a gushing a water that we realized about 10 minutes after.
at least we got to cuddle after!
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