I always have trouble with these essays. The ones that ask me to reveal something hitherto unknown. Certainly none of any great interest. If you know me at all, you know.

its one sentence that tries to sum up life, but cant. I dont have a favourite quote. I think this is particularly pertinent for our generation. We are the lazy children, who .

8220;Is that music in the background? 8221; I remember Michelle asking over skype a few weeks ago. How do you guys sleep through that? 8220;You get used to it after 22 years. By Elton John until the tape broke, and then replaced that with Steam. There was also Kiss from a Rose. The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

A collection of summer essays. A silly cat by Clive Barker, one of my favourite fantasy writers. The immediate implication of this would be that I would never lose the remote ever again. A lost child, a stolen car, a missing document? Have no fear, Finder Jae is here! .

A proud part of the grand experiment. That was how this essay was supposed to start. Sidestepping the original intent of this project, I was going make a list of things that described me.

Challenge accepted, good sir. Let the games begin! Challenge accepted, good sir. A Little Bit of Sunshine. The Answer to the Universe. My Name is a Sentence.

Sometimes it is worth paying attention to little, obvious things. People have argued that we have no business exploring space when we have yet to discover everything on the earth, yet alone solve all terrestrial problems. Well, I too propose to start with the basics. Or for that matter, God or evolution? Why are people not naturally logical? Of course, if t.

I continue to try, however never succeed, in grasping the complexties of John D. So I was inspired by the unique approach of Oskar and decided to approach my challenge in a unconventional way. I am going to express the weekly theme in another medium, photography.

Useless Knowledge and its Uses. Um I feel this essay is going to be awkward. Is that joke funny? Little, if any, knowledge is u.

Essay-a-week is not for the meek. Letting go of this hurt. Holding hands, watching the sun rise, your hair greasy from an unslept night, our memories floating into the unknown beyond this. I like to think that.