User:Mamalujo

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LMU
Alum or Student of Loyola Marymount University.
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This user lives in or hails from the state of California.
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I am an attorney (Brown Law Firm) living in Southern California. I am married and have two sons. I enjoy running, hiking and sailing. I am currently reading G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy. Some books I've read recently: Theodore Rex by Edmund Morris, The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson, Cormac McCarthy's The Road, Strangers and Sojourners by Michael D. O'Brien ,Thomas Cahill's Mysteries of the Middle Ages, Anthony Beevor's The Spanish Civil War, Graham Greene's The Power and the Glory, Ron Hansen's Mariette In Ecstacy, The Kite Runner, Richard Henry Dana's Two Years Before the Mast, the Voyages of Joshua Slocum and Rod Dreher's Crunchy Cons.

Litter pyx of pottery por ewe or ewers:

What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation Who are those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth Ringed by the flat horizon only What is the city over the mountains Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air Falling towers Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London Unreal

-T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land


Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still Even among these rocks, Our peace in His will And even among these rocks Sister, mother And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea, Suffer me not to be separated

And let my cry come unto Thee.

-T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday


Our four avunculists. And, threestory sorratelling was much too many, they maddened and they morgued and they lungd and they jowld. Synopticked on the world. ... Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-tional gazebocroticon (the “Mamma Lujah” known to every schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms, catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo— menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as herself pits hen to paper and there’s scribings scrawled on eggs.

-James Joyce, Finnegans Wake