I frightened my girlfriend this morning. She was terrified, her face contorted and pulled back in terror. I should have known it would happen. I had scratched on the bathroom door. I was being cute, I thought. But I hadn’t counted on looking like death incarnate. My own face looked like a zombie. Is everybody like this? Do other people get morning dead-face and lurk about their own apartments?
I have been tweeted by Diora Baird. Now, fame is not my ultimate goal though, to be clear, I have no well-defined, ultimate goal. Instead, my goal is to be read (“fame” being a natural, though unlikely inevitability). I started ModernSophist.com because I have lots of interesting little ideas that want to be written out and shared and I wanted a place of my very own to publish them – a semi-professional presentation that isn’t just Facebook. Today, I am a little closer to that goal, and it’s all thanks to Twitter.
Janice Tilden of Cleavland, Ohio has reported today that her hair, after having gotten wet in the shower, seven months ago, is still wet. Authorities say the woman, who was late for work, reluctantly agreed to her boyfriend’s request to “hop in” to the shower just twenty minutes prior to leaving the house. Though she apparently laughed that it would “take forever” to get her hair to dry, the woman, according to sources, went into the shower anyway.
Your parents will finally appreciate the adult you have become.- Your hairdresser, Bernard, will endow you with the greatest cut of all.
- You will learn the meaning of the Chinese proverb, “Little and often makes much.”
Is it possible that Obama is full of shit? I wouldn’t go that far. But I do wonder if it’s possible that some of his policies and agendas might not be the best way forward. What I really wonder is if a lot of really reasonable people are blind to perfectly good arguments against his policies. I have an idea that I’m going to explore, about how a lot of people, a lot of Obama supporters, aren’t really being good citizens in the sense of rational and informed choices. (A quick note here: This is not about the issues at hand. This is about the consideration of issues. One last point: I consider myself one of the above-mentioned Obama supporters.)
J.D. Salinger has died at 91. I, for one, am relieved. My relationship (if you can call it that) with the infamous recluse has been one of abandonment: I’ve wanted more. I’ve waited for a sign. Picture the kid who doesn’t know if his father is alive or dead. His life goes on, sure, but there’s always the mystery tugging at his earlobe. As the story goes, one day, he went for a pack of cigarettes…
There are simply too many goddam people calling themselves a DJ. My basic feeling is that DJing, like masturbation, should be done discretely and with a healthy sense of embarrassment. When did this become something anyone could call themselves in public?
Are you depressed? Maybe it’s not depression. Maybe it’s Chronic Immigrant’s Plight. I just coined that, but I’m pretty sure it’s real. One or both of your parents are immigrants, and it’s gettin’ you down.
Do random songs ever pop into your head? I’m not talking about how some catchy tune was being played on the radio recently, or when a buddy is singing something and, like musical cooties, you pick up the melody. I’m talking about some song just droning on, inside your head with no discernable origin. This happens to me, a lot. I think there should be a science behind it, a study of it, an ‘ology,’ something like a dream journal but without all the school girl implications.
So I’ve had an odd night with at least one Twitter folk. What’s odd about it, I suppose, if anything, is how normal of a night it was. It was a dinner party, just a little birthday dinner among friends and friends of friends. The joke, what would be featured on SNL or any of its ilk would be some night featuring a series of back and forth tiny declarations. Our sentences, our phrases, for the most part (barring movie charades) exceeded the 140 character limit. We spoke of health, and relationships and Kant. It was, at least for an intellectual (mix of the word Beaujoi and wine) night, pretty average. Any thoughts on this? It shouldn’t shock me, and maybe it doesn’t, but I wanted to throw it out there that, as easy as the joke was, as quickly as the situation led to something possibly cynical, it didn’t, it wasn’t. It was just a damn pleasant night of late-night chats and quickly to bed tendancies. No updates. No declarations. Just some friends with a few friendly contentions. That’s all for my night. Please…consider.
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- Vaccines Safe; Parents Still Idiots
February 3, 2010 | 08:58
Remember a few months ago, all that hype about the H1N1 vaccine? Remember all the parents saying, “Not gonna test it on my baby!” Today, those parents should have one less reason to be fearful. Nearly all negative sentiments towards vaccines, weather conscious or not, were founded on a single study back in 1998 which proposed vaccines being linked to Autism. Before that, vaccines were seen as boons to society. Well, today it has been reported that the British publication, The Lancet, which originally published the article has officially retracted it, citing several incorrect sections in the study. The scientific community, which has long doubted the study, considers this something of a formality, and will go on acting as if the study never happened. -
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