Wednesday, March 02, 2016

I am now pretty confident in listing my 4 favorite books in life here-to-fore.

Autobiography of Malcolm X
Autobiography of Mohandas Gandhi
The Clockwork Man
The Parable of the Talents

I am currently very upset that no one made me read PotT Ms. Butler returned to the earth so I could ask all the questions I have...


Experience makes you psychic.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

"When you look at things through rose-colored glasses,

all the red flags just look like flags."



             

             (from BoJack Horseman, ep. 210)

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Thursday, February 18, 2016

End.

Colloquial hyperbole involving death, destruction ("slayed, killed, destroyed, murdered) or irreversible cessation that doesn't involve actual irreversible cessation is now trite...

Not expressly due to a world seemingly inundated with death
& violence (though, you know, there is that)...

But because it is exactly that: trite.

Overused.

"Played".

Tired.

Stale.

And particularly so in headlines in text media.

(some of which its purveyors actually contend is journalism)


Tuesday, February 16, 2016

I just turned the ceiling fan on.

The window was already open.

Two days ago we hit below 0F at night.

FAHRENHEIT.


(insert applicable hashtag here).

Friday, February 12, 2016

While trying to understand the significance of the discovery of gravity waves,


getting to see teachers teaching teachers teaching.



Thursday, February 11, 2016

It is the duty of all to teach.

This requires learning.

The methods of either are varied and malleable.
Courage is defined by fear.

Friday, February 05, 2016

That dream where your aunt calls you, says she loves you


and the two of you sit on the phone for a the rest of the dream without
saying anything else.

Mr. White.

...in memoriam.




Thursday, January 28, 2016

The Beauty of Owning a Small Motorycycle

When you look up and realize that you've waited too late to take public transit...

When you go downstairs and your roommate has parked his car in front of yours and the lady that usually isn't parked next to you IS...

And you look to see if you can fit between them but can't...

(and find out that lady has a broken rear view mirror in the process)

Then you look behind her car and the next one over and see that there's no car in the third space down...

And you realize you can actually get out by going behind the cars to the open spot...

And while moving the items behind her car you notice that oil you haven't recycled is leaking...

And when you go to see if the cap is on all the way it comes off causing a puddle to spill out...

So you have to interrupt the shuffling to lay down ash to soak up the oil...

And you finally shimmy the bike through the space made and let it warm up while putting all of the stuff back behind that lady's car...

And you finally get going and notice the crater in the driveway the snow has caused...

And while gingerly going down that long hill you lock up the back wheel with barely any pressure on the pedal and realize you are at the mercy of the slush, gravity and Jesus' Daddy...

And later, pulling away from that light where you gave the gas just a hair too much goosing in the midst of all that slush still left in the street...

then...

THEN you will truly the understand the beauty of owning a small, competent motorcycle.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Dancing: a graceful rebellion against gravity


- Steve Tobolowsky

Saturday, January 23, 2016

"Everybody gon' get off the path, but the point is to get back on -
forgive yourself and get back on."




Evander Holyfield

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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