May 2012
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Wander
I Wayne rides his motorbike on lawns leaving deep furrows half-pipes for ants and earthworms an unrecognized hero parting the seas of green. Mud speckles Wayne’s letterman jacket but he’s not concerned. The rain will wash it clean soon enough. II As a child, Wayne disliked shoes. His parents were informed that all children must wear shoes to school. They tied his laces every morning despite his...
April 2012
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keep yo swag tight drive yo Jag right laser tag like Barney Stinson might.
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Incompleteness
White walls, and white, flickering, fluorescent light. The walls are soft and high, with no marks or indentations. I tried, at the beginning, to tear the walls away. And then merely to mark the passage of time upon them. But the walls do not give in. Will never give in.
The light ticks, occasionally. Even when it’s off, for indescribably dark periods of I-can’t-tell-how-long, it ticks, as if...
March 2012
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Of the man who created classics behind mountains
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February 2012
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forever sighs, giving way. the present is ever more beautiful.
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face locked in an eternal scowl she drinks tea and wields a chainsaw.
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January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
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State of the Blog
Lately, you’ll see, my posts have all been Instagram photos or short stories, and I kind of like that. I’m a huge fan of the “renaissance man” ideal of a well rounded person — a scholar, artist, athlete, etc. — and Continuum Six has come to represent the artistic side of my person (or at least of my online identity). I want to broadcast fair warning: more of the...
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The Fazoli
Louis Courtemanche combed his mustache slowly, massaging out snarls and flecks of dinner which had stood the test of the evening. His feet rested in a bath of hot water, shedding dead skin and the various tensions of his day, and a warm towel lay across his bare lap. Frank, his German Shepard, sighed in contentment, his belly full of leftover lamb steak and half a watercress sandwich, and began to...
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Endings
The brushed steel of Tom’s fixed gear was no match for the unforgiving face of the city bus. Hissing and screeching, the vehicle strained at its brakes, but it was too late. Tom’s groceries, which had hung from his handlebars, erupted into colorful fireworks, and his bicycle, no longer supporting his weight, conformed neatly to the bumper of the bus. His body soared forward, away from the shocked...
November 2011
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There Must Be Something Greater
Swift like the wind, flowing, descending, whistling through hallways and caves and alleyways, passing over dogs and cats and paperclips and winding its way through an infinity of moments into the mind of Mr. Phillips. He feels the passage of time through the ideas that arrive in his mind, notices the ticks of the clock, feels the subdivisions upon subdivisions that render those arbitrary...
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Overcast
He draws the hand-rolled cigarette from his lips, slowly exhaling a curling cloud towards the rafters of a small but bustling café. He is sharp, and his mind is quickened not only by nicotine and caffeine, but also by the philosophy he reads and the ambience of the coffee shop. Ideas float through the air amidst a haze of smoke and sound, and seep into the woodwork, nurturing the building’s...
October 2011
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Like an endless ocean, deep, dark nothingness washes away from our planet into infinity. But trillions of light years away, the waves of space splash upon shores unseen. And amongst these waves, playing about the reefs and bays of planets to which humans have assigned only numbers and vague recognition, exist tiny organisms which defy every assumption of terrestrial biologists. This is the home of...
September 2011
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Memory
The man in the faded suit sat alone on a dilapidated park bench, contemplating the rising sun. For one who had no recollection of the past twelve hours, he was remarkably calm. He shifted, deeply inhaling the sea air, and the bench creaked under his weight.
“Frank.” The deep voice was accompanied by heavy footsteps, and a hand descended upon the man’s shoulder. Even before turning, Frank knew...
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The Briefest of Updates
Brie-fest proper noun. An annual festival held in Providence, RI, to celebrate the creamy excellence of Brie cheese in its many varieties.
Just kidding. But I wish.
I haven’t put anything up here all summer, in part due to business. I spent the summer interning at Microsoft as a PM in Windows Core, working on a new security feature of Windows 8. While this was definitely interesting and I...
June 2011
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May 2011
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Open Finder to any Directory from Terminal
You can use the command “open” to show any directory in the OS X Terminal. Super handy, especially with hidden files not displayed by default. For example, I can view all my SSH keypairs by typing “open ~/.ssh”.
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Nike+ GPS
Today I invested $2 in the Nike+ GPS app from the App Store, and I can tell already that it’s going to revolutionize my summer running. It’s incredibly well designed - starts with a home screen, upon which you can view your total miles recorded and associated stats (avg. mile time, calories burned, etc.), and can also challenge yourself to run farther, faster, and longer than you have...
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End of the Year
As of Friday, my sophomore year at Brown is officially over. Finals period wasn’t too bad this year, as I was only taking three classes, two of which were CS classes without exams. I limited myself to three because I got five course credits last semester (thanks to an extra TA-ing credit) and could thus afford to make a little more time for frisbee. Speaking of, BMo finished up the season a...
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Elsa: I don't want to get married in space. It would be so cold!
Matt: Dude, that's why you turn on the space heater!
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April 2011
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Things are Questionable
If you’re looking around on this site and links don’t work or stuff seems weird, don’t be alarmed! Having made the switch to using the continuumsix.com domain with Tumblr, some stuff got a little messed up, and I’m working on sorting it out.
That said, I’m super busy with school (approaching finals), frisbee (approaching regionals), and life in general, so hang...
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Hello Tumblr
Ever in search of a greener grass in the wide, wide world of digital self-publishing, I have at last decided to explore Tumblr. I’m not the greatest of bloggers - my posts are few and far between - but I enjoy it, and this blog marks my migration from the great Posterous (my old blog here). I’m pretty sure there’s no sort of post-moving tool available, so redundancy in the...