I grow disgusted with literary analysis. Actually what I mean is, I don't dig my literature class. All we do is spend the best part of an hour pretending we're experts as we dissect some ancient piece of writing. I've never been a big fan of dissecting things. Of course it's nice to see how things work sometimes, but is it always worth the mess? Not to mention the smell. Besides, picking at a specimen only makes it look worse than it did. I find it more pleasant to observe an organism in it's entirety while it still breathes and moves. That way I can appreciate it for what it is and does. If it is ugly and useless, it can be discarded. Don't bother with dissection -- it mars the good and wastes time on the bad. You can usually determine whether something works or not without having to know how. Admire the dragonflies and slap the mosquitoes. Don't pull off their legs, pluck their wings, and hold them under a magnifying glass. Okay, so go ahead and do that to the mosquitos. They deserve it.  ¶ 9:12 PM