The King of Pop has ceased to be.

A Magical and Wondrous Painting

Going left?

Fatness

The fat man zipped past me in the supermarket the other day (not the gentlemen in the picture above).

The agility with which he handled his scooter--going in and out of aisles, moving around the other customers, negotiating turns and so on--both amazed and saddened me. I wondered at what point he decided for himself that walking was just too much of a hassle. Then I wondered how he bathed himself and if he made sure to clean between the folds of skin.

Sometimes I feel like keeling myself

San Diego, California

Weee!

I realized something important today.

I'm most at ease inside the ocean.

Is surfing evil or the cure to all evil?

"I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still and quiet in a room alone."--Blaise Pascal

My Morning Shower

This morning in the shower, I simultaneously tripped out over the word "shampoo" and urinated down the drain. I know, it's both fascinating and repulsive.

Weird Fishes

What I really want in life.

I've decided that I want a miniature horse. I don't know why I've recently decided this or why my mind even wandered to that part of the zoo, but in any case this is now the object of my desire. I would name my miniature horse Ruby.

I would keep Ruby strictly indoors because that's where she would be safe from thieves and other animals. Plus, she would keep me company as I watched television or while I was enjoying a book. I would communicate to Ruby my affection by rubbing her muzzle and keeping a vast array of small treats for her to nibble on.

On occasion, I would take Ruby outside for walks around the neighborhood--but only if it were suitably quiet, which usually meant in the evenings or very early mornings when nobody was around. We would walk slowly together and take in the fresh air. Ruby would usually be on my right. Sometimes she would forge ahead on her own, but for the most part she would prefer to be by my side.

Existential Threat

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, but I've been bunkered down within the confines of my soul worried about my existence. (My soul is like a cramped, windowless studio apartment with beer and wine bottles strewn about.) I believe every [thinking] person suffers from time to time, what the existential philosophers referred to as "angst" or "dread" or "despair." Surely you've felt as though your life were hanging over an endless abyss of Nothingness? Maybe you've tweeted about it. But with every moment of dread, it is hoped that there comes a moment of decision. Of action. Of responsibiltiy. It need not be high falutent. It could be as mundane as deciding to update your blog.