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[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

How I live my life.

For whomsoever shall read this, know that this how I live my life: screaming my melancholy until it is mistaken for a joyous shout. 

#survival #lifestyle #how i live now #It's either laugh or cry #and I'd rather laugh #ever notice that crying looks like laughing from behind? #edgy #CRAWWWLING IN MY SKIIIIIIIN #I'm having too much fun #I hope someone reads this #is this too many tags? #you can never have too many tags #poodles #I just think that's a funny word #Okay that's enough #melanchonic #One post every three years #thats my deal

[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

As we are heading into the 20s I just realised that late Millenials and  Early Gen-Zers are like this century Lost Generation.

Folks like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, T.S. Eliot, Rupert Brooke, Edward Thomas and Gertrude Stein made up the XX Century Lost Generation and in the 1920s were in their 20s and early 30s

If we are gonna emulate them we’ll probably die depressed, alone, as alcoholics, during some kind of war and though this sucks, there’s also something hella fascinating about it

[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

I second this motion.

[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

Life magazine, February 1916

[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

It was the center of Paris and the soul of France. Things in Paris are measured by their distance from Notre Dame.

mom (via inksandpensblog)

[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

Misfits in Time.

I sometimes find myself pondering the temporal circumstances that one is born into vis-a-vis one’s innate talents. To wit, what if the greatest exemplar in a given field was born into a time in which said field didn’t exist? The greatest computer programmer in human history could have been born in 1358 and never have known their talent. Talents could be immeasurably valuable in the future are perhaps languishing within perhaps miserable souls even as you read.

#time #talent #potential #showery contemplation

[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

A hauntingly human sentiment from our vanguard to the red planet.

see you space cowboy

[a-mad-dog-fool-and-englishman]

A Beginning of Sorts

Ahoy, Hello, Greetings, or whatever the customary greeting for internet missives should happen to be, to you, tenacious traveller of Tumblr. My name is Charles Arthur Henway, and I am a Mad Dog, Fool, and Englishman. 

The epithet Mad Dog I bestowed upon myself, in reference to my voracious appetite for both knowledge and comestibles, a slightly unhinged mental state, which is not to say I have diminished fortitude, rather, a most common urge to act on impulse and regret doing so later, and a unfortunate habit of drooling when whatever stimuli fails in it’s intended purpose of stimulation. 

Fool, on the other hand, is an adjective that I have had thrust upon me, and I am well enough in my head to admit, I have my foolish qualities. I have a tendency to leap without looking, to (again) act on impulse and regret doing so later, and a predisposition of naiveté in many situations.

The Englishman descriptor, I should hope, is self explanatory.

So there we are. I shall update this webzone as the mood takes me, and as such, there might be quite the interval between updates and writing. If you, the reader, should come up with a quandary you wish to hear me opine on, please use the conveniently labelled button above.   

Nullius in Verba.

#introduction #qualities #know thyself #a mad dog #fool #and englishman