irrational + intellectual

After a day at the races in England, a friend told Mark Twain, “I wish you’d buy me a ticket back to London. I’m broke.”

Twain told him he couldn’t afford two tickets but proposed that his friend sneak aboard the train and hide under Twain’s seat. Then he bought two tickets anyway.

When the train had got under way, the inspector appeared to collect Twain’s ticket. When Twain gave him two, he looked about the compartment and said, “Where’s the other one?”

Twain pointed under his seat, smiled, and said, “My friend is a little eccentric.”

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december

the impermanence of memories,
the indifference of passage.

thoughts?

the jamaican al pacino

my favourite by default

happy november!

quote 2.0

“When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. It’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight… I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness - I can’t say it.”

—from A Happy Death by Albert Camus

te amo demasiado

the greatest love letter of all time.

round...?

they say...

"Death is but a door. Time is but a window. I will be back."

I'm Back.

and "these times are a changing"

so, I set a few of my clocks forward today.

during that journey, I got one a many laughs, and to that: kisses, a milkshake, some delicious soup packed to go, time with that shmuppie, one black gold vest, one denim gallery vest, one less hour of time, the exchange of words and 16 days.

the g.o.d of hip hop

right now, these tunes are what is real.

late night phone calls and Happy March

I have decided.

Commitment – a lacking fiber in my personal emotional plies.

But seriously, what’s so bad about a little capriciousness and change on a whim? Nothing. I do what I want. Titles and their connotations have intimidated us all into a fear of judgement…However… I suppose that without some personal commitment, the juice will never be quite as juicy or worth the squeeze for that matter… and I personally would need for my life to be at its juiciest all the time.

…and I guess if Loso (‘case you didn’t know so) wasn’t the one to stay committed, he wouldn’t have been able to come up with the anthem that says it all: