postus interruptus: 1.

this is the first post in a series that will attempt to give birth to all the unfinished posts i have accumulated since starting blue basilica. i will patch/wrap each one up quickly (but classily) to make it presentable to the world, then post it with the original date and title leading the way.

3.9.06: ramblings. episode 1: thursday morning.

it’s almost impossible for me to throw a playing card like a frisbee, and get the same result. (mind you, im not the best frisbee-thrower in the first place.) every once in a while i get a good throw, and i think, 'i finally know how to do it! i have mastered this fine art!' then the next card goes about one foot, then slices to the ground at my feet, or ten feet away from where i wanted it, or it flutters in the air like a drunk hummingbird before crashing.

evolution might have some holes in it. but religion DEFINITELY has a lot of holes in it.

your own ass is an integral part of your body, and yet you’ll never really see it. everyone else in your life is quite familiar with it, but you’re not, and cant be. so when you see a picture of yourself from behind, you always think ‘that’s me?’ it’s like looking at a stranger.
you can attempt to look at your own can via a complex rube goldberg-esque coordination of at least two mirrors, but you can never really get it right. it's like trying to see yourself in sunglasses; it just ain't gonna happen.

everyone loves at least one journey song. I love about four of them.

reading the new york post in the morning is addictive on a level somewhere in between coffee and insulin.

i dont like chinese food.