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- Bill Griffith
Bathtub
Linocut print
Dena Winter
d/dx
I wish math worked on people But it really doesnt. There are no equations To tell you when your friends are mad at you, No functions that predict Which college is best for you. You cant factor your identity into prime components Or take your own derivative To figure out when your life will get better. And everyone hates story problems Because they arent stories So much as they are emotionless proclamations of reality With punchlines neither happy nor sad, Just infinitely and grimly logical. But it is so easy for me To slip into a quiet world of numbers and curves Fill a blank page With countless algebraic utterances That dance and balance like granite acrobats Majestically traversing highwires of taut rationality. And when I am interrupted By the messy tangibles of the real world, I resist my exit from this vortex of logic And ask myself long, useless questions, like In a group of four people, what is the probability
Noah DeTal
that two people will fall in love given that the other two already have? Are occurrences of reciprocated feelings Statistically independent of each other? Is romance so difficult Because the moment-generating function of love at first sight Has a non-elementary antiderivative? The more effort I spend trying to answer these impossible questions, The more I understand That no matter how many integrals I solve Or how many denominators I rationalize, My life And everyone elses Will remain a mystery Untamed by any familiar formula. And though it breaks my heart To realize that none of my abilities to logically reason Will ever help me uncover any eternal truths, I feel at peace When I remember that My life And everyone elses Will continue Even if there is no one to quantify it.
Bob Jayes
Bert Connelly
Based on the story published by NPR on March 25, 2013 How an Unlikely Drug Helps Some Children Consumed by Fear
Caroline Paxton
Missed Connections
beloit corner store
u was lookn sexy n does red pjs love to see u again dont know what i was thinking!!
This series of poems was taken from posts made on the Janesville Craigslist, under missed connections. They have been reworked into a poetic form.
Mark Conway
you looked just like Ezra Miller. Sooo if youre reading this and you also happen to look like Ezra Miller, plz respond, thnx :)
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unconsciously awake it would make no sense to break my dream away from you and tear my thoughts in two creating memories in my bed replaying it once more in my head before it drifts away i can nearly see the day we meet again by dream.
Sally Klein
Flight/Flight
Two weeks after what should have been the first two weeks of spring geese are flying south again. Turning back, upon the realization of their wristwatches running fast. Honking like an air-raid siren a warning against the quiet grey of too-late snow.
Hugo Alvarez
[Its 2012 in Manhattan, the island of cell phones and no clocks. Of dead Blackberry batteries, New Museums, old moneytrust funds, angel dust funds, acid rains, and dead brains. Ritalin kids are generic adults living on vampire schedules.] - Cat Marnell
Leo Brochu
Little Heart
M. Thomas
I caught myself wishing to die today. It was such an unexpected thought and once it passed through my head I stopped to reflect. Why had it so suddenly come to me? I wasnt upset enough to harm myself. When it happened I was walking along a city block. I stepped off the sidewalk onto a sheet of ice covering the street when it came to me: I wish Id had fallen through into a river. I began to think then, even I had fallen through I would have kicked furiously to save my life. A great fear would have overtaken me, I could not bear the pain of drowning. As soon as I were in the water I would panic and claw at the ice grasping for a hand forgiving my thought. I was certain of this. My heart grew spiteful, for I believe it was from my heart that this malignant notion formed. So I asked little heart, why did you wish this for us? How can this be a desire? He beat still, quiet like a criminal. Conscience of every strand he knows my being more than I. He knows what I fear to think. Today he spoke it to me plainly. He said to me that I wanted nothing because I had nothing. I said to him boldly, little heart you know nothing but the progressive beat of existence. You are a tool to my life. You are a meaningful thing in a meaningless strand of being. I use you to live to excess and to experience what you cannot sense or grasp. You are a conception within an organ. I give you too much, too much to receive a tumbled life. But I am a thing, I step into the world with breath on my tongue. I live to know and to understand, what is around me is all that I am and I will to live and strive to find truth. I seek truth because I have the possibility of finding and planting it. You little heart are so spiteful, for you know that I live to thwart you. I seek that which proves you wrong. That truth which you pervert into idealization. The way you twist my thoughts into mindless chords of sentiment is a corruption of my interests. Youre a romantic, Im a dreamer. Tell me little heart what do you know? You have no love. He peeped to me in a single beat. You have me little heart, you have me. I feel and know youre beating when I am in such a fit.
Cosmos
Hugo Alvarez
C+: of all things to immortalize on your body, Larry the Cable Guy should not come to mind. Although I am willing to let him slide through with a passing grade for authenticity because I get the sense that this man genuinely thinks that Larry the Cable Guy is funny.
D: He obviously got it backwards, now whenever he looks in the mirror to remind himself of what an asshole he is all hell see is uoy kcuf.
B+: brilliant, really more like 89.99%. This man must truly feel blessed to be an American and is doing his utmost to exercise the freedom he holds so dear. Also, no one will ever mistake him for a Canadian again. The only thing keeping this tattoo from an A rating is the awkward orientation of the flag and Im only counting 16 stars, its not 1796 anymore. A+: This is a mushroom trip gone SO right and deserves to be remembered. The interplay between the penis-butterfly and the penis-snails is a gorgeous and compelling narrative. It saddens me that this image will pass out of this world when her body does and is not frescoed onto the wall of a church.
A: All-around good job. I like self-awareness, I like the sentiment, I like to this of the way it must glisten when hes finished eating saidpussy. Notice the tasteful use of teardrops. A+: A++ if the focus groups come back and determine that the ladies do, in fact, love it. This takes the Pussy Eater Tattoo to the next level, saying not just that he engages in the act of cunnilingus but also that he is good at it. Bravo.
Things to Do in Beloit
Jonah Isenstein
I think the thing that people at Beloit College complain about most often is havingnothing to do. Were all guilty of it. They tell you when youre admitted, Oh, Beloit College is very close to large cities like Madison and Chicago, and then you wake up six months later and realize you havent set foot off campus except to go to Walgreens and pick up your birth control. Im not telling you to stop going to Walgreens, or to stop picking up your birth control. What Im trying to tell you is that you need to go to Walgreens way more often, and that there is also a CVS like six blocks away in case you like that better. The best thing about Walgreens is the low prices and the fact that if you get a Walgreens Balance Rewards Card you can get mixed nuts for like one dollar cheaper, and also extra butter microwave popcorn. Anyway, what I really want to say is that there are a ton of fun things to do right here on campus and at the two pharmacies: 1. The tried and true cash withdrawal: Do you really hate yourself? Like as much as you say you do? Prove it, with the old tried and true cash withdrawal-deposit. Open up a bank account at Blackhawk bank and deposit one hundred dollars. Go to the ATM in Pearsons. Withdraw all the money and pay the ATM fee. Re-deposit it at the bank. Repeat. How much fun are we having? 2. The old Six at Six: Take a nap for six hours starting at six pm. Wake up lonely and red-eyed. This one is sure to estrange you from your roommate (as if you werent already estranged from your roommate) and keep you up all night, which will add to feelings of confusion, loneliness, and will put some good color in those eyes. 3. Get addicted to vitamin supplements: This sounds boring, but its cool to watch your pee turn yellow and kidney stones are a welcome mid-semester excuse to skip class. 4. Take a three hour-long shower: Its good for your skin! And as long as youre stuck here you might as well run up the water bill! 5. Get creative! Listen to Ill Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab for Cutie next time you use the bathroom. Go from there. If you havent pretty much booked all of your weekends for the next couple of months by the time you finish reading this article, youre pretty much a fucked up boring sadsack.
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Matt Siebert
it is not until he is on the cross that he finally overcomes temptation, accepting the spirit, and denying the flesh, and is able to die happy and satisfied, crying out, It is accomplished! As a doubtful Christian, this is the most moving ending to a film I have ever seen. Scorsese is a genius and so are his films. This movie is no exception; he has crafted a powerful and moving work that will not be forgotten by those who have seen it, with beautiful camera work, convincing performances, and a killer soundtrack by the one and only Peter Gabriel. To someone not as interested in Christianity and Jesus, this movie may not have the same impact as it did on me, but it is still a masterful film that will make you think about your faith and your life in a new light. 5/5 R.I.P. Roger Ebert
Overheard at Beloit
Its called alcohol. Consent doesnt become an issue.
-Male student
Students
Im culturally catholic.
-Female student
If you come back to Theta you can dance naked on the porch all you want!
-One Theta to another
You dont want to just keep watching the same porn, yknow?
-Female student
Paula Khim