Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...this next one may be a little too graphic for you,
As an attempt to distract my obsessive thoughts on snow, I would like to instead write about a truly great man of this century. Some call him the next James Dean, while others insist that he will be this generation's Nietsche, and still others compare him to the Greek god Adonis. Michael Warren Rice is truly an amazing character, indeed. For those of you reading who have not had the utter privilege of meeting him, Michael is by far the most impressive (dare I say, perfect) human to have walked the earth. When God created this ruggedly handsome being, He definitely broke the mold. The mere presence of him brings so much joy; his acknowledging and conversing with you, however, can make you weak in your knees.


Not only is he strikingly gorgeous and charming, Mr. Rice is a true intellectual genius. For even the most educated, including Leonardo Da Vinci and Albert Einstein, discussions with Michael can be mind-blowing. Take, for instance, a personal conversation about the two main male characters of "Felicity". Jessie, the beautiful female version of Michael, and I both believe that Noel is the more attractive of the two while Michael insists that we will eventually like Ben more. Ben is the outgoing, brooding blond who Felicity left Stanford to follow; he is also, according to Jessie, my male counterpart. Each Felicity night, conversation on the issue of which guy is more attractive is initiated. This is possibly the most intellectually stimulating argument I have ever had with someone. Now, for those of you who have doubts after reading this, I will seriously say that philisophical debates with Mr. Rice, mainly on the topic of existentialism, do leave you in awe of his intellect.
One of the most attractive attributes of Michael Rice, in my opinion, is his aversion to human beings of the male persuasion. This characteristic humors me because in this way we are mirror opposites. Whereas he dislikes Y chromosomes, I find comfort in them. His need to present himself in a cleanly manner at all times is somewhat of a denial of his masculinity, which is both admirable and amusing at the same time. If it were not for a recent misunderstanding between Grace and myself, I would currently say that I love Michael Rice; however, people might take this the wrong way, so I will end my vainglorious blog by attempting to express my feelings more properly. (Yes, Michael, I know you love the use of that word!) Michael Warren Rice, Mr. Ruggedly Handsome, I admire and respect you.
Your slightly exaggerating 'Chicagoan',
Anna