05.21.08
05.20.08
p-funk forsook
i was on the r-train, not necessarily minding my own business, when the gent sitting in front of me pulled out his planner/organizer [old school paper and pen, surprisingly not a pda.] so this twenty-something, in rhode island prep school brown on khaki, with ipod earbuds firmly in place, proceeds to open to this week’s plans:
for friday:
he crosses out “8-11 funkadelic,”
and adds “6-8 therapy,”
and continues: “6-8 therapy,” on selected days in the future.
this is an excruciating point of wrongness in american mental health these days. one might argue that if everybody were to listen to more p-funk and less “therapy” (as in therapy not aligned with the george clinton school of psycho-therapy, of course,) then the world would be much better off as a whole. but i got to thinking; perhaps this young man has just broken up with some young lovely (or not so lovely) young lady who was going to join him for a funkadelic experience. that might also explain the therapy.
05.18.08
some words from my brother,
“long island is like a wormhole: the longer we stay here, the more it sucks us in”
the l.i.e. as the center of the vortex, of course
certainly the 1 dimensional equivalent of a sink, and not a source
05.16.08
rest in peace albert hoffman and robert mondavi ambassador of psychoactive substances and re-definer of geographical locations based on other psychoactive substances, respectively.
05.11.08
sh-shi-show oh-oah-oh
and that’s what we’ve got, the music to keep us going.
it all comes back to j.f.p.
speaking of jfp,
[nhl prediction time]
penguins over flyers in 5
red wings sweep stars
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penguins in 6 over red wings
in today’s book review, rachel donadio writes on the climate of criticism fifty years ago: “1958: the war of the intellectuals”
today my sister calls me up and tells me that she has come to the conclusion that buddhism is very much like calculus. this is all so very true. we must squash our momentary epsilons, let them be greater than, but always aim to approach the great 0.
05.02.08
thomas pynchon quote of the day:
In fact, a mystical Cantorian cult of the very, indeed vanishingly, negligible, ever seeking escape into a boundless epsilonic world, was rumored to be meeting weekly at Der Finsterzweg, a beer-hall just outside the old ramparts of the town, near the train station. “A sort of Geographical Society for the unlimited exploration of regions neighboring the Zero. . . .” (against the day)
05.01.08
happy may day to all you commies out there.
let us pray. [42, 75, 08]
it’s like that commercial says, live one shift at a time. that’s probably the least cheesy sports metaphor i’ve heard on a sports network ever.
is there anyone out there wishing to hit green fuzzy balls with me? perhaps some sort of prta.
