Archive for May, 2006

I’ll be exercising with a cordless jump-rope.
"It is also good for mental institutions and prisons where rope is a suicide risk," said Clancy, who works as a laundry coordinator in a state prison. "And low ceiling fans aren’t a hazard any more."

It’s the damn ceiling fans that have been stopping me, to date.

I’ve decided that my new personal anthem will be the second half of David Lee Roth’s amazing solo effort "Just a Gigolo / I Ain’t Got Nobody" - not just because the man had amazing hair and managed to somehow meld anthem rock and jazzy big band stylings with panache, but because the latter half […]

Music is the opiate of the me.
Incompetence killed the cat; curiosity was an innocent bystander.
It’s okay to be anthropocentric, as long as you keep it in the bedroom.
Everything I need to know I at some point learned from Jim Croce, but have since forgotten.

Give me one reason to stay here and I’ll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here and I’ll turn right back around
Because I don’t want leave you lonely
But you got to make me change my mind
Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine
But you know that I called […]

A debate over whether anime and manga qualify as material worth studying in a scholarly context, whether either form or both can qualify as elite culture versus popular culture, is in itself highly problematic.  It presupposes that popular culture – immediately accessible information that perhaps places less emphasis on depth and analysis – isn’t worth […]

Heather Duke underlined a lot of things in this copy of Moby Dick, but I believe the word ‘Eskimo’ underlined all by itself, is the key to understanding Heather’s pain. On the surface, Heather Duke was the vivacious young lady we all knew her to be… but her soul was in Antarctica.

Why am I going out of my head, whenever you’re around?