The Way Things Are Headed...

This article in the Toronto Star is worth a read.

"American society's slide toward the aristocratic ideal risks exacerbating the anger of the northern states, and possibly convincing them to leave the union. In this context, among the political possibilities that face Canadians in 2020, it would not be far-fetched to include political integration with New England. "

I'm not sure how I'd feel about it. I mean, I love New Orleans, and I dig Sedona, but if we could distance ourselves from Texas and most of the South would it be that bad a deal? Dunno. Worth thinking about though.

Frozen in time

Last night I was walking home from a rehearsal, and freezing my face off. The hair in my mustache was gathering ice from the moisture in my breath, and my lungs felt like they were going into shock from the contrast of Madi's cozy apartment and singing with friends just minutes before. I wasn't thinking much except, "Must get home...before...death takes me."

It's a strange place to live, this place, Chicago. Just a week or so ago, I was wearing a light jacket and enjoying the brisk air on a long walk. Now I'd sell my grandmother for some longjohns. But here's the thing. When you're faced with this kind of cold, you tend to come home happy. Or at least I do. Because when you get home there's a cat there, or a blanket with a book, or sometimes there's a woman there and she is a fan of the hot drink. That is why winter is really great.

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And the cat. When she's not scratching the hell out of my ankle in the morning as I'm trying to tie my shoes.

Smile, you bastards! Smile.

This is just a post to say that if you plan on taking yourself so seriously, you'll need to get a new hat. A hat that says, "Hello. I'm extremely important, and you should all remember that when you're doing something that I don't agree with." If you don't have a hat like that yet, you might want to consider just chilling the fuck out.

When the world was deciding what it wanted to be it didn't ask you if it could. God is not dead. God just isn't the thing you've decided on. Why? Because you can't decide where to go to lunch today. That's why. God is all that is. Which includes but is not limited to your vision of a smiling sky-grandpa who listens to your whiny pleas. If you limit God to that smiling sky-grandpa, you're missing out on the extra-hot super-thighed sex queen that is also God, not to mention the God-as-puddle-of-algae-in-your-backyard.

This is just a post to say that the next time you decide to get really bent about someone eating your lunch, remember that the moments you wasted fuming over a grilled cheese and single serving of applesauce could have been spent writing your novel, getting down with your beloved, or just sitting next to a lake and breathing in a few cubic meters of your precious God.

That is all.