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From the 1959 premiere of Karl-Birger Blomdahl's Aniara, based on the poem by Harry Martinson.

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Century mark, my friends. And it's only just the beginning. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLuW-GBaJ8k&noredirect=1

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Sixteen Haiku.

O anonymous,

Of shadowed centuries past;

Your silence chills me.

  In your minor keys,

Your names and deeds forgotten;

Shadows in daylight.

  One cried out in rage

Against closed minds and cold hearts;

But will he echo?

  And what of myself?

Have I the strength to cry out

And resound through Time?

  I at twenty-three

Am bitterly awed by Time

And resent progress.

  Silence in darkness;

Blue light, dim behind the shades;

A home at midnight.

  The night’s white beacon,

Nearly as bright as the sun;

The unblinking moon.

  Hard to say goodbye;

To know familiar haunts will

No more be haunted.

  One oft envisions

The world as through a window;

Clear, and yet remov’d.

  Sometimes I feel strange:

Like I am not where I am,

Yet there am standing.

  I see my picture,

Yet ‘tis hard to comprehend

I am that image.

  Forever before—

We do what little we can—

Forever beyond.*

  Friendly hands reach out,

But the hands of friends and foes

Conceal claws alike.

  Damn’d obligations,

Which ask certainties of me

In chaotic times.

  Passing buildings by;

Rooms well-lit to no clear end;

Worlds I know not of.

  *For Roger Ebert and Terrence Malick.

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This is very sad. I haven't watched enough TNG to really get attached to Worf, and...this saddens me. 

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I didn't even know this film existed until 5 minutes ago. But I really want to see it.

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I'M EVEN MORE GRADUATED. I WALKED THROUGH THE CAMPANILE, DOWN THE HILL, AND DIDN'T STICK AROUND FOR ANY SPEECHES. ROCK CHALK JAYHAWK MOTHERFUCKER

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I'm graduated from college. Graduated like a cylinder.

I bought the wrong type of gown--a Master's gown instead of a Bachelor's. They tell me it's a sign.

No one screamed my name when I walked across the stage--at least that I could hear. THAT I COULD HEAR.

It's been a long, long day, for many, many reasons I won't go into here, but I do know--as I always have--that I have a lot of people out there who care about me and are looking out for me.

And now I have a degree to go with that.

And tomorrow is another day.