Heroic Nudity

A crazy idea

If football players dressed like superheroes, I probably wouldn't think that football was totally stupid.

This Mortal Coil: a stream of consciousness

I've been trying to understand my philosophies--the nature of who, or what, I am and may become.  I, and all matter, evolve through time and experience. Where do I--We--It--fit into whatever cosmic equation turns out to be--mine, yours--our legacy... footprints in the space-time continuum...

Who will tell the stories in one hundred years? 200? 10,000?  Will some future child lay awake one night after accessing some ancient photos on some dusty hard drive stored in a box at some old outcropping in some future desert that used to be my house?

I dream of a child, some distant offspring , a few generations in the future. Will the child know who I am/was/could have been? Could I be the subject of some far distant show-and-tell?

Perhaps this is the only record of my existance...

Instead of Twitter

So, once again, twitter is down at the most inconvenient time!...
There are two things I NEED to get of my chest...
1. Ralph Nader, FUCK YOU, you republican lackey! You suck! more than I can put into words!
2. Just caught first episode of Swingtown on CBS, BRAVO!

beauty in asymmetry

I think people find beauty in asymmetry due to our genes looking for mutations. what I mean to say is that our genes express themselves through us. Diversity comes from mutation and when something is slightly askew from normal our codes (DNA) recognize the mutation and drive us toward coupling with this beautiful mutant. You ever notice people who's faces are oddly perfect. These so-called 'perfect people' are usually very ugly on the inside.

-11|10|2006

personal jesus

When one accepts jesus as one's personal savior- one has accepted one's own personal delusion.

-07|11|2007

Figures

I've been waiting for a clear, warmish, moonless night for two weeks now. I've been waiting for the right conditions to photograph Saturn with my telescope, but I have the girls tomorrow. I will be going to bed early this evening and won't be able to spend the two to three hours I need to film my second favorite planet.

divine intervention negates free will.

Ugly Daddy Day 3

I really wish I could understand why it is that I avoid going to bed at any reasonable hour. Is it that I cherish my alone time? Am I trying to subconsciously subvert myself into utter deconstruction? It's not like I enjoy feeling tired and pained all day. Or do I?

My last post-

should have been titled 'Global Climate Change'

8/19/07 - Global Warming

It is 59 degrees right now. In the middle of August. It shold be hot and humid, but it's freezing.