just give us the bike

virtue
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i teared up a little bit listening to this american life, some environmentalists talking about a video taped message from barack obama getting a bizarre standing ovation. some veterans affairs employees talking about an administration that actually seems like it will listen to them. let me be the 9 billionth person to say, 12 more hours!

bashed in mind

i'm realizing that i have become too isolated, overly sensitized

a little ignorance is jaw-dropping, just a tiny bit of hatred, devastating

do they really think a string of colored lights is gonna rescue me?

so over flat tires

Add them all up and then subtract

What a lousy earth! He wondered how many people were destitute that same night even in his own prosperous country, how many homes were shanties, how many husbands were drunk and wives socked, and how many children were bullied, abused or abandoned. How many families hungered for food they could not afford to buy? How many hearts were broken? How many suicides would take place that same night, how many people would go insane? How many cockroaches and landlords would triumph? How many winner were losers, successes failures, rich men poor men? How many wise guys were stupid? How many happy endings were unhappy endings? How many honest men were liars, brave men cowards, loyal men traitors, how many sainted men were corrupt, how many people in positions of trust had sold their souls to blackguards for petty cash, how many had never had souls? How many straight-and-narrow paths were crooked paths? How many best families were worst families and how many good people were bad people? (Joseph Heller, Catch-22)

superconnected

laughing and tearing up over eggs and toast, it's kind of my thing

also i've decided to be someone who "reads" at least for a while

a stranger to the sun's brutal gaze

i am becoming either old or a hypochondriac very quickly

little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous

the next thing on my calendar is labor day.

count on me, count on me

it's like the last couple of days of high school around here lately—much easier to be a good person when you don't have to do it for very long.

competition and forgotten ricotta

all homemade (white, arugula) pizzas, hours in the park, drunken phone conversations, and long bike rides considered, a pretty good, if a little lonely, weekend.

Parallel lines move too fast

i am catching myself accidentally holding my breath for long periods of time for no reason.

whether this is figurative or literal is left as an exercise for the reader.

For once a Destroyer quote here would be totally appropriate

well, i didn't get an autographed set list to top k's, but the show was amazing... a veritable wall of literary and pop culture references and static and guitars and who said dan bejar doesn't do banter?

later: an almost too-nice couple buying a homeless man dinner and a "corona to go" (!) from pancho v's. which somehow really seemed like it wasn't in any way out of guilt or for self-satisfaction or even pity but more like they were buying a friend dinner because they liked that friend so much... doing something like this may have just surpassed "write something a thousand people will read or use" on my list of goals in life.

Sometimes our bodies will get tired

i should get up at 4:30am central every day

stuck outside of san antonio with the memphis blues again

now that i live alone, staying in a hotel is an awful lot like being at home.

at best he ignores me

drunk on cheap australian red wine and listening to fiery furnaces on fancy headphones

if i've put myself in a position to be alone on saturday night, at least i've done it in style

did I strike the right set of chords? you're annoyed

i spent some considerable amount of this weekend trying to decide whether, if space and time were infinitely divisible, fully complex universes could form, evolve, and be destroyed in one cycle of a vibrating guitar string.

i made up a hand wavey explanation that they could not basically because the speed of light is absolute so that i could sleep*. and now the most interesting question i have is whether you can cook rice in a thermos.

*Roger says Heidegger handles the problem more elegantly by saying "Who cares?"