The past few weeks have been incredible, in a less-than-adequate word–I’ll explain the details in this post–but all the great things that have come may way lately have also made me think a lot about the nature of success and intelligence in general. What I mean by this is something I became more aware of after reading (and listening to) a lot of David Foster Wallace: the inherent selfishness of, well, everybody. And yeah, really I’m just talking about myself here, but I’m talking about my selfishness, so there’s some irony for you. Continue reading
It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, the first twenty-four hours of my college experience are over, and I can’t stop laughing because, well, here’s the thing: I can no longer talk.
Alright, I guess I should start at the beginning. Continue reading