We should shine a light on, a light on

And the book of right-on's right-on, it was right-on

I WANT ONE

Good couple of days. BDO was somewhat subdued (why Bjork why), joanna was awesome to the max.

A coupla weeks ago, talking things over with Oliver and some of his fairly rad friends, topics inevitably turned over to why people suck/knowledge about things. Some people sort of said that if they don't know something about something, they just tend to sit quietly and let it pass over their heads.

I do not. I mentioned that if I don't know something about something (and it sufficiently piques my curiousity) I will go and research the shit out of it. I will read as much possible and learn about the damn topic within a reasonable (what's reasonable you say? I'll let the courts decide on that) period of time. The funny thing is, I remarked, even after spending all that time and effort learning, i'm usually not that much better[less confused/more decided] off then when I started.

Which brings me to my question: Why am I such a damn fool?

Much unlike this one, who's probably one of the my favourite people ever. It makes me cry when you learn about that much goodness.

On a side note, that has to be one of the most entertaining wiki articles I've ever read. I actually want to read it the entire way through and not just skim/skip parts of it; i've read it multiple times and still find it engrossing. Kudos to the person/s who collaborated on it. I'm sure Erdos would appreciate it.

A recap, of sorts

Saturday January 5 (All subsequent days are in chronological order)

Brian Wilson at the Domain. It was grand. Must remember to marry woman in polka dot dress. Watch out for (potential) husband.

Sunday

Spank Rock:

"It's party music." "No consequences." "Just ass-shaking shit." "Why you hating?" "Stop thinking so hard."

Monday

Andrew Bird was great. Really great. I also wish to marry him. He would be a most excellent suitor.

Tuesday

Brian Wilson

GODDAMN FUCKING AWESOME. 25 BUCKS?! Fucking, 25 BUCKS FOR THAT MUCH FUCKING COOLNESS!? Jesus.

Wednesday

Bobs. I love vodka. Makes me feel great. Not even sleepy.

Thursday

Oliviers film. I look forward to Tropfest and his subsequent placings. Should be good. Also, my maelstrom (ignore the damn umlaut) that is my mind produces some nice shit. I keep forgetting just how entertaining I really am sometimes. Effortful though. Maybe, I have something to say on that matter. (Turns out, I don't. Go figure.)

Friday

Fullhouse. Always lovely. Chiquis for poker (Lost. I did well last week, counts?). I hope I don't end up being too much of a dick, even if I'm good at making it something.

Saturday

Jazz in the Domain. Lordy, it was crowded. More than the festival first night.

Sunday

Missed out on tickets to Sufjan. Went to construct instead. "I liked it a lot, despite the fact that it was so abstractly pretentious." (why am I quoting myself now??)

Monday (my birthday)

Slept in. Had a lot of nice pizza. Nice things happened (Support/fuck the police! Drums in the park at 3 in the morn was cool. Really cool. I dig) I wish I could afford good vodka. ALL THE GODDAMN TIME

It could be summed up in one, very unique way:

Suck my battleship/sunk my cock

I think Machiavelli would understand

Life is mostly froth and bubble;
Two things stand like stone:—
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in our own.

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My boobs aren't cut out for this cold weather. They're too new.

Good Vibrations drive out bad juju

What do you think it's about?

Past few days have been good, yeah. I finished On The Road. Depends who you ask, yeah.

OR

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Je ne sais pas, eh?

It's really sort of that whole concept of craft and creativity. "That's not writing, it's typing."

Methinks someone is jealous.

Andrew Byrd is a wonderful, wonderful man. I still hold to the theory that he stole the throat of a warbler. There exists now, a poor, lonely, quiet, warbler, hoping to whistle.

I think I have some things to write. Facts, even.

I would blog right now

But I have to go soon, and I want to watch Whose Line. So, in an imitation of I might consider my favourite medium, this post will be delivered in episodic fits.

(It's aptly ironic the writer's strike is on.)

The title is:

"Good vibrations drive out bad juju"

More to come later!

Scientists are stumped

“ The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe. ”

Peter De Vries

“ ...Fuck. ”

Peter De Vries

One of these quotes is real! Can you guess which one?

This explains a lot

Maybe not everyone needs a "chain of logical arguments" to convince them that God exists? Or of other things - I don't have any logical arguments to convince me that my husband loves me. Logically, it's just as likely that having and raising children is very very important to him, and he believes that I will be an excellent mother, and so he wants to take good care of me and make me happy so that I will help him raise children. That could, potentially, be indistinguishable from him actually loving me, but still I believe that he does love me.

I don't think I love any of you. It's all just a series of giant coincidences, you sneaky bastards.