Midnight No. the 54th

truckin.

Test from 2k feet.

Midnight No. the 53rd.

The flowers don't seem to know that they shouldn't bloom in the dark and cold.

This just showed up as an ad in my gmail inbox...

Hyelo yelo. I think Google's omniscient robot brain is starting to know me a bit too well. Note to self: their 20/20 gives half and half a new (and substantially less icky) meaning.

Midnight No. the 52nd.

First star of the night comes out of the fog.

13. Things I Can Hear From Here.

1. Water lapping cold and slow against a transom.
2. Buoy bell lapping in the distance.
3. Loose metal settling and knocking with the roll.
4. Quiet, human, honest laughter somewhere aft.
5. The gears and springs of an overtensed mind winding down towards rest.

Only light for miles...

... and it is so damn cold, but hearing the water and feeling the sway makes it all almost worth it. Consider me sailed off the end of the world.

W.T.F.!

So, like, if it doesn't say this it is NOT from real cows?

Since when...

... did horrible, horrible restaurants require their own magazines?

Where in the world.

Very cool world sunlight/cloud cover map, promises to update in (semi) real time.

mmmmm endorphins.

If only real joy could be purchased so cheap.

You can never go home again...

...or maybe you can. Was looking for the number of an old friend in my home town, and I stumbled upon this gem.

Home sweet home, the internets know you so well.

More tomorrow.

Ten steps back.

If anyone needs me, I'll be heading to the beach soon, waiting for the snow to come and quiet me and the world. I suppose there are worse ways to bow out.

Finally!

A way to popularize the Bible! This whole Jesus thing is finally going to take off now!

The discards are almost pretty...

when you squint your eyes and make them water and ignore the details. Of course when you pull it apart it is just garbage. But everything is just a jumble of imperfect parts if you stare too hard. One way or another the trash has to go out, of course, but there is more than one way to approach it, is all im saying.

Reminder to all you U.S. citizens...

with permanent addresses, especially those who happen to live in hotly contested districts (Are there any? Who can be bothered to overcome the hopeless apathy to find out?). Let's all pretend we live in a functioning representational democratic republic. For shits and giggles.

Same person?

Are public transportation signboards...

supposed to be painted in whiteout? Just saying, does not instill confidence.

Look at this cat...

and tell me he isn't plotting to take over the world (note the kitty gang signs coordinating the feline revolution).

Need Vs. Want, Redux

Turns out that there are some things one needs rather than wants, but those seem to be the things that one spends so much time rationalizing the needlessness of when they are not forthcoming. In honor of getting what I need, and being spared the torture of convincing myself that I never wanted it in the first place, and also in honor of slightly moody archichicks everywhere, and the men who want but don't need to do their laundry or explain aircraft-related meteorology to them, I offer the following:*



*I originally started this post looking to embed the recent, and brilliant, Daily Show clip regarding the WGA strike (via Defamer obvs.), and state my solidarnosh, but the clip's embed code appears to have been removed so as to limit its (in no way ironic) free distribution on the interwebs. Cupcakes are the more pressing issue anywhoo.

Need Vs. Want

I think part of real maturity is developing the ability to determine the difference between a need and a want, something that most people I know, myself included, seem to have quite a bit of trouble with. Beyond the mind numbing econ discussion of the distinction, I think there is something more, something more subtle, something more significant.

Needs can be real, but real maturity comes in the form of not mistaking wants for needs. At least I think. The distinction is something I need to understand, if I want to not insist my wants on other by justifying them as needs. If that makes any sense.

The problem is that something stated as a need insists upon itself, carries within itself an implied ultimatum, this need must be met because it is necessary, or else. A need is inherently selfish, a way of imposing one's will on others, on the world.

But most "needs" are not truly necessary, they are just desired. So they are really wants. The trick is to learn that a want, not yet fulfilled, is not a disappointment, just a desire, a chance to long for something yet to come. And longing, the promise of things to come, has a flavor all its own, and is not that bad after all. Hunger is, I've heard it said, the best spice. So I'm happy to learn to want instead of need.

Big Super Happy Fun Fun

There is a god.

Super lucky best fun gametime. Mr. Sparkle starred in the best 5.5 minutes of television better, and this looks like more of the same. John, I need my xbox 360 STAT.