May 8, 2009

• It’s a lovely day

  I want to have a boat, or a ship or what have you, and name it Relation.  Then pirates will attack it, and I will be in the captain’s cabin yelling, “I want to get out of this Relation ship!” 

  I would hate dating a fax machine, especially if it liked to talk on the phone a lot.

  I am sure someone died at the moment I was being born.  In that way, we are sort of like a tag team. 

  The question “Is anyone sitting here?” becomes a very funny question when taken literally.  Sometimes I’ll respond, “Oh, I can see invisible people, and no, don’t worry, no one’s sitting there.” 
  
  We don’t need any more pandemics—what we really need is a pancake-demic.  That would be great.  International House of Pancakes is working on making this happen.  So while nations may be divided along political lines, ethnic lines, and religious lines, they won’t be divided along breakfast lines. 

  It’s been a strange week: talked to a philosopher about dilettantes and irony, ate about five stopwatches in my dream last night, Laura Marling in my head, lots of logic to do today, maybe Risk tonight.  And that is what I call a montage sentence; it more accurately reflects the way we think, I think. 

  Another day of life! Huray. 

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