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In memory of my good friend, Jamie McMann, a friend till the end https://www.instagram.com/p/DI2z3NuR57z/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamie_McMann " My friend drove off the other day , now he's gone and all they say Is you got to live ' cause life goes on And now I see I'm mortal, too I can't live my life like you Gotta live it up while life goes on And I think it's all right That I do what I like 'Cause that's the way I want to live It's how I give,  and I'm still giving And now I wonder..." You know that  I know that You're watching me Punks NEver DIE they just get old "J.A.R" lyrics by Billie Joe Armstrong Music by Green Day San Francisco, CA

  Petrushevskya and Compassion in “The Time is Night”   Hello all. Regarding this week’s reading of our assigned novella, “The time Is Night,” from the collection There Once Lived a Mother Who Loved Her Children, Until They Moved Back In, written by Ludmilla Petrushevskya, translated to English by Anna Summers in 1988, published by Penguin books and with an introduction by Anna Summers:             In the opening paragraph of the novella, Ludmilla Petrushevskya boldly and ambitiously alludes to F.M. Dostoevsky in writing, “ Notes from the Edge of the Table ” (3). This act of writing reorients the space of Russian narrative discourse through Petrushevskya’s using similar discursive practices of F.M. Dostoevsky which he employs in writing Notes from the Underground . Author Ludmilla Petrushevskya conveys through her subjective, first-person narrative the feminist perspective and how the world is viewed through that len...

 Always inspirational and always leading to question and wonder... I present to you "Unknown Road" by Pennywise, a punk/hardcore band from Hermosa Beach, CA, USA, whose inspiration and motivation resonates today from the skatepunk heydays of the 90s So you're currently content with your surroundings? Because you possess a vague sense of accomplishment? But when you had to give, did you give conservative? Do you think about all the years that passed you by were all well Spent? Pictures of everyday life spark memories And certain things pull triggers in your mind What would be different now if you were there than here What passages, what fantasies lie just beyond the unknown road Do you know the miracles that could be found? They're waiting down the unknown road So it goes   A few more cornerstones that could be yours Ever get the thought you were mistaken? Ever think about the stone's you left unturned? Or chances slip away with every passing day? Suffering with ...

In ENG 605: Dostoevsky, we are locking on to the ILS glide path as we begin our descent toward the runway, which is in sight.  On Thursday, April 17th, I am to present on Camus' novel The Fall Talk about Crises of faith... I say that because in my introductory blog I wrote about how I saw an opportunity to exlpore in these assigned texts my own interests, those being philosophy, ontology, psychology and yes, the question of God. I find myself still asking questions. Anyway, more to follow as I plan to post my PowerPoint presentation on Camus after presenting it. Have a good day and remember to be kind to others.  Thanks for reading - Anthony M. Obie