In memorium of times more troubled ( Read more... )

I'm taking a break, kids.  I don't know if anyone reads this - but the exhibitionist writer is taking a breather. 
I'll let you know if anything amazing ever develops.

Question: Recent polls have shown a fifth of Americans can't locate the United States on a world map.  Why do you think this is?

Miss Teen South Carolina: "I personally believe the U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some, uh...people out there in our nation don't have maps, and, uh, I believe that our ( Read more... )

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A conversation with my sole philosophy buddy in NY wandered, strangely, into an interesting topic.  And it shed some light on problems I've been having.
A question of perception, basic phenomenology, that we never encounter a thing.  Instead, we accomplish images of things, our perceptions, our images loaded and weighed down with image.  The ( Read more... )

The world moves too quickly for a social life.  Or, peheraps that's simple a convenient excuse for business men phobic for rejection.  But my environment *has* been crafted in such a way as to exhaust me.  I promise ( Read more... )

My nightmares are getting worse, in an intimately personal way; some desire dangled above the head to stir my rage:
An ex-girlfriend involved in fetish shenanigans, on her website for all to see
A wife (on the outs) and her friends (off limits) railroaded by a NASCAR pit crew
And somehow, in these dreams, not being a part of the fun reflects on my ( Read more... )

(Thailand taught me I'm nothing if not what I love.)

Oiy ( Read more... )

Well, dream dictionary (not that I own one...which I guess makes this an ode), what have you got for zombies ( Read more... )