profund

i was never this profound anywhere else...

so maybe i am not here either...

@twitter

@twitter here i am torn between the love of (and potential for) communication and the ambivalent mockery of undue self-importance...

just a little bit ridiculous

to think there are at least a hundred bits of babbling thoughts dribbling through my head at any given second and i only take the moment to let any out every few weeks or so, or longer, even...

maybe i ought to mobile tweet...

death and knowledge

and self-importance...

did you ever wonder how amazing it is that almost all of the people who ever lived in the human race died actually believing they were knowledgeable and even well educated?...

and they never even learned how to use an iphone...

the year without review

until a moment ago, there was not even a single entry for this year in this babbling brevity blog... b-b-b-but, there may be dozens someday, which would make this entry less prominent and more poignant, perhaps... who's to decide, anyway?

up the vegans

i have no idea what the title of this entry was referring to, but there are certainly many interesting possibilities... discuss at will...

nothing was here

perhaps it was a year without clever

delay of game

so watching football, it took ten minutes of deliberations by the referees (and a couple of commercials) for the men in stripes to decide that they would call a delay of game penalty on the player who took one second to throw the ball into the stands after a great interception and run-back (and the home fans love it and cheered the player, naturally)... meanwhile, the ref was given another ball immediately after the play and he was holding the ball during the whole discussion...

so who actually delayed the game?

where it all began

the messages to the people of the past (ghosts, perhaps, but living somewhere out of my particular known universe, so ghosts to me), the heart songs no one cares to hear anymore (like cherish is the word, sunshine of my life, or if it takes forever..., for example), the true love that never ends (you know, don't they know it's the end of the world and other rhetorical questions), but has nowhere to go when the inspiration (dream lover?), the person inspiring the heart songs (all i ever needed, was the one), no longer listens and worse, cuts off all contact, moves, and leaves no forwarding address (return to sender) as if i am some sort of pariah or evil beast that must be avoided at all costs (though i have no idea what the little drummer boy has to do with it, rum pa pa pum)... yes, the love never dies (see?... ghost), it only dissolves into emo lost in the manic madness of babble (except here, where the words that capture the agony of defeat and rejection and spiritual death is expressed in exquisite clarity in babbling brevity)... so where do i begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?... well certainly not in babbling brevity, sheeesh...

narf :)

depressed

how can anyone possible be depressed in so few words... i mean, dead silence, that's depressed... and a thousand words of convoluted reasoning feeding fears and doubts and ridiculous irrationalities, that's depressed... but a hundred words (or less?)... how could this possibly be?... philosphically, this could only be un-depression, obviously...

tv

when i realize that that i often spend more time flipping through channels looking for something i want to watch on tv than actually watching anything on tv, i remember why i do not watch much tv...

at least not alone :)

wouldn't want to water it down

cuz who likes a wet blog? (no less, diluted)

some crutches are a choice

there are people on crutches because they physically have damaged muscles or nerves in their body... there are people on crutches because they empower fear and shirk responsibility for just about everything in their lives... the first group earns my respect if they overcome self-pity and find joy in striving to be all they can be... the second group earn my respect when they throw away their crutches... tiny tim bless us, everyone...

what?

and still wanna party all the time party all the time party all the time and yet, still wondering wandering on my semi-quixotic quest for someone to love love love (with the obligatory shock value and babble just (just?... is there really any justice in this world?... never mind this distraction, get the point already) to keep us on our toes… and real… you can’t know it all, but you must…

reason to smile #742899

as pointless as it all can be, it still feels good when somebody gets the point

what to do when running on empty

REFILL!

about music

there is something powerful about a band of musicians who grow together and stay together long enough to record the growth... this exponentially increases the power of their initial contributions to the music world... the beatles are the epitome of this phenomenon... there is something to be said about musicians who stay together and become a relatively stable sound as well, but the impact of the latter band wanes in comparison to the former... the rolling stones would be the epitome of the latter... the primary difference draws a different fanbase and neither is better or worse, just different in experience... this thought was formed while listening to and reading the liner notes of the collector's edition of the waterboys' fisherman's blues... just thought you might want to know...

time

the length of a moment is directly proportional to the degree of aloneness...

we can discuss the meaning of aloneness in another lecture.

consistency

if i came here every day and wrote something meaningful, something profound, or even just something that i wanted to share, innocuous, personal, general, specific, serious, irreverence, nonsense, or whatever...

would it matter in the end if you missed an entry?

this blog's been around forever

it wrote the very first song