Winter is without snow. Both Hitchcock’s screenings at Brooklyn Lyceum have been canceled and rescheduled for March. Reading Swift, reading Wilde, reading Kafka. AP English had kept me warm alright. Anticipating replies from colleges. Buñuel is nice. Radiohead too.

Speaking of Swift, Gulliver’s Travels is the best of satire. A fellow named Master Bates, Swift pissing on the government (quite literally), as well as this

“Thus, gentle reader, I have given thee a faithful history of my travels for sixteen years and above seven months: wherein I have not been so studious of ornament as of truth. I could, perhaps, like others, have astonished thee with strange improbable tales; but I rather chose to relate plain matter of fact, in the simplest manner and style; because my principal design was to inform, and not to amuse thee.”

Jonathan Swift, Gulliver’s Travels, Part IV, Chapter XII.

Awesome.

It’s the regents week break. No school until next Wednesday. Metrocards work!