Persistently stubborn concidence

I do a fairly bad job of documenting the amount of coincidence and serendipty I experience.

So here's an immediate sample:

i've been reading graphic novels pretty consistently for the past couple years. While looking back at ''watchmen'' (I think it was), or looking for books by Einstein to read, I came across the quote ''reality is a stubbornly persistent illusion''. I searched to find the context, hopefully literary, for the quote and came across a book by Stephen Hawking titled with the quote. I've since checked that book out but not yet begun to read it.

A series that I just decided to return to after reading some of it a few months ago is ''Powers''. I'm currently working on the vol. 3 deluxe hardback edition. In it, a main character named Christian Walker (yes, as in c. Walker) meets Albert Einstein. I just read a panel were the Einstein character says:

''people like us, we believe that the distinction between the past, present and future is a stubbornly persistent illusion.''

8-/

(eyebrow raised)

I just realized I've never been in Randall's Island.

How stank is that?

Road bike trip.

don't Bite

{inspired by a rare fb spit session, originally first he was previous contributor's initials}

ver 1

(thoo) (thoo)

Oh, I'm sorry, baby - but you'll have to blame him ->
He made the atmosphere a little chilly,
now I find I'm fulla phlegm
Cold enough to justify dippin in some Timbs
Shoot, I'm expecting lotsa ice -
watch for falling limbs.

Avalanche snow + cat 5 winds
= you caynt see us, so huddle witcha friends.

You try to stay warm,
face down thinking it'll end..
Yet blown away by the force
of 4 Elemental Men

The cold blaze is glorious - you look, stop, then look again,
Know it stings your eyes, but can't help but take it in

Eye of storm nowhere in sight -
Then it starts to settle in,
"Is this Armegeddon - should I repent for my sins!"

Too late -

The fire/freeze ices up your nostrils
Ices up your ribs
Ices up you blood
Crackles all your skin

Everything stops for a second
You try to breathe one last warm breath in -
But you explode with cold fusion force emanating from within

You think that you're no more, and you think about your kin
but then feel the stretch pressure in your lungs, muscles, ligaments

And you remember that when He comes back He'll
be accompanied with ember burning, stone brim

And that this cold quartet, with their steely Arctic din
just killed the devil in you

And made you live again.

ver 2

(thoo) (thoo)

Oh, I'm sorry, baby - but you'll have to blame him ->
He made the atmosphere a little chilly,
now I find I'm fulla phlegm

Cold enough to justify dippin in some Timbs
Shoot, I'm expecting lotsa ice -
watch for falling limbs.

Avalanche snow + cat 5 winds
= you caynt see us, so huddle witcha friends.

You try to stay warm, face down thinking it'll end..
Yet blown away by the force of 4 Elemental Men

The cold blaze is glorious - you look, stop, then look again,
Know it stings your eyes, but can't help but take it in

No eye-of-storm in sight - it starts to settle in:
"Is this Armegeddon - should I repent for my sins!"

Too late - the freeze is in your nostrils icing up your ribs
Icing up your blood
Crackles all your skin

It all stops for a second
"Try to breathe one last warm breath in!"
But you explode with cold fusion force emanating from within

You think that your body's no more, you see of images kin
but then feel the stretch in your lungs, muscles, ligaments

And you remember that when He returns,
it'll be with ember burning, stone brim

And that this cold quartet, with their steely, Arctic din
just killed the devil in you

And made you live again.

(original starting point:)
I can make you feel sweet relief
through the bliss of sweet release:
Just release the microphone

And bid the stage: PEACE

While reading

in the bed, I just looked down and noticed my hair resting on either side of my chest.

A strange,new sen-sa-tion.

(sp?)

(courtesy R.A.G.: Times Sqr Station)

(confirmation of wrongitude)

Groshry Sto: Math Edition

PathMark + February =

Tolerance: Harlem edition

...and....

the Mon-Star eats better than I do: proof

(no, I have not ruled out tasting one)

natural succession

Office Divas

Old Spice Man: not this Fresh

Modesty on 125th: Periodical edition

(yawn)

It's only 10:29. I've been awake-ish since 9:something.
I'm bored already.
I also had a comment on ''that'' ''social networking'' site containing a joke featuring Sarah Palin, her back yard, bear,salmon and Wiz Kalifah removed for being ''social or political''....
(notice no qualifying adverbs...just for ''being''.)

hm.

[still bored

and hungry
and poor

but not complaining]