Earlier today, Thursday, August 25, 2011, I was at the drugstore when I came across the following sign. In truth I am unsure why of all people the drugstore folks have access to this information—it seems to me the sort of knowledge better reserved for religious or spiritualist people or organizations—but in the face of
Earlier today I was thinking back on a time when a lady friend said to me one of the worst things you can tell another person in a relationship: “We need to talk.” When my partner says, We need to talk…, I know it’s going to be bad. I hear We need to talk… and
Occasionally I have one of those moments that’s so absolutely perfect it gives me hope for all sorts of things—I can’t specify what exactly: ephemeral notions of spiritual transcendence and kingdoms-coming and etc., but mostly they’re generalizable to the well-being of humanity’s future. Since that’s what occurred tonight I can’t help but share it. However, in
A couple quick thoughts on puppets’ sexual orientations, or lack thereof
The image below is of the sidewalk near my apartment. If you’re the type I suppose that there are many things that can be written in wet concrete—one’s name, a sophomoric opposition to existing cannabis laws, “Free Nelson Mandela” (this list is not as random as it seems — it was chosen from things that
Every summer in Seattle we have an event called Seafair, a series of local celebrations that culminates on an August weekend dedicated to hydroplane boat races, bi-plane demonstrations, grown men pretending to be pirates, drunken people drunkenly captaining boats into other boats equally drunkenly captained, and a show provided by the Navy All Stars of
A couple years back I was traveling in North Africa when I was stung by a jellyfish on a rather sensitive part of my body (the story of that unfortunate day can be read here: it’s great if you’re in to schadenfreude). To resolve the pain I eventually used my own urine on the sting,
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