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| And I have decided to move my interweb life to occasionalcigarettes.tumblr.com. Regular updates there. For now, at least.
Be seeing you.
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| It's time to start this bum up again. Yes. Expect more updates. Or if you are a pessimist like me, expect nothing. Be disappointed.
Here's a little bit of something horrible that I have been passing the time with:
Down to the depths he must dive
and dive he did
Down to the depths he dove
He dove and dove deeper and deeper
All for a glimpse of that treasure
Ten thousand thousand depths he went
Til all was darker than night
The only illumination he found was
the brightness of his white light
Little did he know that he was surrounded
By man-eating sharks, hungry barracudas,
some as big as a house
By plasticene men, by monsters primordial
by robots, by devils, the armies of Glen
Even if he did know he would not have cared
He would have shrugged and said “oh well”
For what he was after was worth so much more
For them he held no fear
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I am also VERY happy with this new CD. Two more days until a new Mars Volta album as well.
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Historische Regensburg! Ja, ich habe Tee von TeeGschwendner gekauft. Nicht viele Zaehne!
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| Hey, this is me.
“I need more pudding.”
The two fat tubs sat around a small kitchen table, stuffing
their faces with the finest sweets and dairy products.
“This is really excellent,” said the one on the right. “It
has been many a month since I have been transported to such a high level of
confectionary bliss. I am glad you brought this over.”
“The pleasure is all mine. Shall we get started?” asked the
one on the left.
“Sure. I really liked this book. He takes the words of Max
Trim so seriously and I think that is really refreshing. It’s something that is
missing in our contemporary society. I mean, how many people do you see out
there actually exercising every single day? How many people say they want to
eat right but don’t? This book just kind of exposes all of that.”
“Yeah. I agree with you. What would it look like if we all
followed Trim’s lead? It’s easy to say all of these things but when it comes
down to it, action is required. What does Trim say again, but set aside thirty
minutes each day, eat plenty of foods rich in vitamins and minerals, stay away
from the fatty foods, in fact don’t even think about them, and you will live a fitter,
happier life? That’s amazing! Great stuff.”
“I know in my own life I have been trying to implement these
things. It can be somewhat difficult at times, but overall it really isn’t too
bad when you compare it with the rewards.”
“All right. Enough talk. I am just about ready to eat
another pie. How's about blackberry?”
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| A bunch of random insignificant thoughts:
I hit this bucket of pickles going 45 mph an hour ago. Traffic was pretty thick though moving and I didn't see it until too late. Even if I had saw it, there was no way to avoid it. I hit it straight on and it got stuck under my car. I pulled off into Fermilab of all places and had to jack up my car to get it out. The smell of pickles was overwhelming. What a strange occurrence.
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Last week I sat on the brown leather couch at Tea Gschwendner and blew my mind. As I sipped on a nice hot glass of tea, my mind ventured from subject to subject until finally dwelling on architecture (you better bet that pun was intended, by the way). I was thinking about arches and the absolute beauty of their construction. The sides rely on the keystone, the keystone relies on the sides. One cannot exist without the other. Powerful. I cannot convey now, a week later, what I felt at that time. How sad.
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I haven't ever said this out loud or written this down and no one knows about this. One of my main heroes in life is Umberto Eco. There I said it. He's a linguist who writes intellectual novels that involve arcane theological disputes. He writes crazy philosophy. One of his books was made into a movie starring Sean Connery. He has a beard. He has a hat.
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I don't like chain stores. That is no secret. I have learned to live with them and participate with them in life, but I don't like them. On a somewhat related note (you find the relation), the loss of regional dress in the Western world is a horrific tragedy. There are still places on this planet where you can identify the lineage of a person, the community that they are part of simply by the number of stripes on their outfit, the type of hat they were, the color of their shirt. Tribal identities are pretty much nonexistent now or very subtle. It's easy to pick out the "hipster douchebags" (not my term), the gothics, certain gangs, and others but not that many others. People have no sense of community. They really don't. If they did, why, every town might have their own system of dress. Or perhaps every church community would dress differently (but all variations on one theme of course). This would be cool. Like "The Warriors" but not stupid. And everyone would dig it.
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