The final word on cosmology is as follows:

The world is an elaborate piece of origami.

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To believe otherwise is either foolishness or deliberate self-deception

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I feel that I am destined to be rich and famous.

However, I am reaonably happy as I am.

So instead I might try to remain poor and unknown.

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If you google "motherfucker," this blog is #34 on the list. I can't tell you how proud that makes me.

The fact that the pattern keeps repeating is almost too obvious to mention. Repetition is what keeps the pattern from being just a random smattering of noise.

All I really hope for in this life is to have something interesting to say before I die; that, and for someone with a good memory to be around when I say it.

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There is a popular misconception that following national politics is somehow an important activity. It is not. Following national politics is no more "important" than following professional sports.

We can root for one team or another, (Red Team, Blue Team, or Some Other Team if you're the underdog type) and we can get really worked up about it, but no matter how much we yell and scream the outcome isn't really up to us. It's up to the players, and we pay their salaries.

Some people get satisfaction out of being cheerleaders, and others actually try to play the game. Personally, I would rather sit under the bleachers with some friends and drag my fingers through the soil.

I've got a drink and I've got the lights low. I'm plugged in again so I'm writing from home. Downtown was clear today. When it's clear here, that means it's cold. If you're cold then you can't enjoy the clear blue skies. Got to remember to dress for the weather, and not to be fooled by a bright sun.

Been listening to sports on the radio lately. Thought about shutting this blog down for personal reasons, but that seems kind of rediculous. So long as the grid is up and I've got a terminal, I'll occasionally want somewhere to speak to nobody in particular when I'm in these honest-yet-not-too-revealing moods.

"Uncomfortable being comfortable" - an interesting phrase. I read it in a book. Something I see in myself at times.

For as long as I can remember I have been obsessed with making music. Many, many hours spent composing and writing and noodling about with an instrument of one kind or another. Lots of time spent with a computer. For whatever reason most of this work happened in a vaccum. And now it feels over. The end of an era. I am no longer comfortable with the mastubatory nature of my practice.

Whatever I do in the future will have to be communal in one sense or another.

This blog is not about me. This blog is not about you. With the exception of this very post, it is not a message board. It is much simpler than you might think. It is words I feel like writing. The words don't mean anything. Don't try to interpret them because you will be wrong.

"Unexpected travel plans are like dancing lessons from the gods."

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NOTICE OF RELEASE FROM PROBATION

Dear Mr. _____

The purpose for this letter is to advise you that you are being released from probation and your employment with the City of ________ terminated as of the close of business on December 7, 2006.

As you know, the probationary period is a basis for determining the eligibility of an employee for regular status. However, an employee may be released from employment at any time without right of appeal (Manual of Personnel Rules, Practices & Procedures, Section 2.30, I.).

Please return any City equipment that was issued to you to your immediate supervisor before the close of business on December 13, 2006, and your final paycheck will thereafter be issued.

We regret having to take this action and wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.

Sincerely,

________ _____


"Are you going to ride off into the sunset now?"

"I suppose I would, but I believe that the sun has already set."

A while back I read my horoscope. It said something like this: "The person you were three years ago is a douche-bag. You ought to punch him in the face if you meet him."

Three years ago. Almost exactly. I spent some time driving around the country aimlessly. L.A. to New Orleans to Florida to Boston to Arizona to San Diego. In S.D. I decided to expatriate, and now I am very close to doing just that.

Is that the guy I should punch?