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On June 4, 2009, I became a Harvard Alum with a degree in music.

This is a record of my life thereafter.

Use it wisely.

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WISCOMPTON'S GUIDE TO LIFE

9 May 12 <
And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it.

— Paul Harding, Tinkers, p.72

28 April 12 <
You told me once that a soul isn’t something a person is born with but something that must be built, by effort and error, study and love. And you did that with more dedication than most, that work of building a soul—not for your own benefit but for the benefit of those who knew you.

— Chad Harbach, The Art of Fielding, p.503

4 April 12 <
I’ll stand next to that dry fountain and wait until the Official finds me. And when she does and asks me what I’m doing, I’ll tell her and everyone else I know: they are giving us pieces of a real life instead of the whole thing. And I’ll tell her that I don’t want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

— Ally Condie, Matched, p.249

15 March 12 <
It is an impressively arrogant move to conclude that just because you don’t like something, it is empirically not good. I don’t like Chinese food, but I don’t write articles trying to prove it doesn’t exist.

— Tina Fey, Bossypants, p.144

3 March 12 <
It wasn’t just that I wasn’t getting help, I was lying to people I cared about in order to avoid it. Not only could I not talk to those people about my problems, I couldn’t even talk to them about maybe finding other people who I could talk to about my problems. And yet, here I found myself able to open up to a goat.

— Chris Gethard, A Bad Idea I’m About to Do: True Tales of Seriously Poor Judgment and Stunningly Awkward Adventure, pp.142-143

24 February 12 <
We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it’s too late.

— Stephen King, 11/22/63, p.454

31 January 12 <
People who live in glass houses should shut the fuck up.

— Ernest Cline, Ready Player One, p.23

26 January 12 <
It was like arriving at a concert just as the orchestra had finished, and all that was hanging in the air was the final chords, fading into nothingness.

— Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey, p.287

4 January 12 <
Such a display of death—how could it be considered a victory?

— James Dashner, The Maze Runner, p.348

1 December 11 <
I looked down at the city. Its extravagance felt wasteful, like gushing oil or some other precious thing Bennie was hoarding for himself, using it up so no one else could get any. I thought: If I had a view like this to look down on every day, I would have the energy and inspiration to conquer the world. The trouble is, when you most need such a view, no one gives it to you.

— Jennifer Egan, A Visit From The Goon Squad, p.103