human choices

we all choose our own poisons and shackles

(except for the few wise enough to rise out of the human trap... and that could just be another delusion too)...

what is a button for?

if a button is not meant to be pushed, it is a trap...

beware of people who set traps...

profund

i was never this profound anywhere else...

so maybe i am not here either...

existence

sometimes i wonder if it ever really mattered that i existed...

long time

there was a time when i had the time to spend all my time giving myself the time to make the most of my time for the creative stuff that i love so much like playing with the words that rhyme like this and that is a time i remember from time to time as a time i dearly miss but i don’t have time to remember that time much… kind of like being constipated from lack of bowel relaxation time, if you can get your mind wrapped around that, if you have the time…

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...

tweet

the twitter home page is the great equalizer. Where else can Conan Obrien, Brittney Spears, Justin Beiber, CNN, MSNBC, FOX, George Harrison, Diana Ross, Twilight, Harry Potter, The Vatican, Jerry Seinfeld, The President of the United States, The Pope, and you get equal time scrolling by in the public eye?

fake lip

when did the soap opera replace real life and did you notice how much fake lip is in this world lately?...

crap you believe

is it cynical to believe that the crap you believe is crap or is it realistic to believe that the crap you believe is not crap... or is it?...

momentary

i have no idea where i've been, except that i think i was here a minute ago... or was i here... narf...

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

moment before midnight

the revelations await...

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?

pain in the butt

there is pain in my left butt cheek, lower portion, connecting to the back of the left leg... is that a hamstring?... does this make me an athlete?...

this blog depends on the kidness of strangers

maybe not...

yes, i know, there is too much… too many different thoughts in most entries… too much information… most of the humor is drowned in the words… most of the detail is swamped by the plethora of, well, more detail… it's a self-defeating cycle for the child who babbles who wants conversation, who wants interaction, who wants receipt and reciprocation and acknowledgement and communication… this is why i should keep the entries to a single topic, a single paragraph, even, for anything beyond the first thought is often lost in the waves of distracting asides and above all else, stay true to the title…

but sometimes there is no title...