The other day, Jen was showing me some polished stones that she had bought from a museum gift shop. My reply: "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got. I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block." It was a level cleverness unreached by any living creature...ever. A level of cleverness so high, in fact, that God HImself giggled. In those brief seconds of celestial giddiness, God's train of thought skipped a beat and 231 galaxies imploded into nothingness as if they never were. With that, I became the second greatest supervillain in the universe. Bow down.

Bush cruises in cool Segway. Looks like it takes a bit of practice.

'Tarjuman al-Ashwaq'

O Marvel! a garden amidst the flames.
My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
and a temple for idols and the pilgrim's Kaa'ba,
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran.
I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love's camels take,
that is my religion and my faith.

-- Muhyiddin Ibn 'Arabi (1165-1240)

Today's theme? Jazz, Jews, Japan, Korea, and Communists






"Autopsychography"

The poet is a faker
Who’s so good at his act
He even fakes the pain
Of pain he feels in fact.

And those who read his words
Will feel in what he wrote
Neither of the pains he has
But just the one they don’t.

And so around its track
This thing called the heart winds,
A little clockwork train
To entertain our minds.


Fernando Pessoa (himself)








Less than reassuring results for the google search "Protocols of the Elders of Zion"

Dogs are excellent at calculus.

Gee, I wonder where Matt is...