This is exactly what happens in my brain when I hear Bill O’Reilly say pretty much anything.
October 19th, 2011The Eve of Rocktober
September 30th, 2011
This morning on my way to work I noticed that the trees had started changing colors, and I thought, “When did that happen?” Then I got to wondering about what else I might have missed lately–how many things have happened when I wasn’t paying attention?
When you’re a kid, time is unbearably slow. And then suddenly…it isn’t anymore. Days, weeks, months fly by and all of a sudden it’s my favorite season again and I haven’t even noticed. Well, that’s not entirely true. I noticed the Halloween decorations were out at Target the other day. Clearly I’m spending too much time at Target and not nearly enough time outside looking at leaves. Goal for the weekend: look at leaves and whatever else is around that I haven’t been noticing lately.
I really hope I realize I’ve been not noticing a large pile of money in the corner of the living room. It’s more likely that I’ll realize I’ve been not noticing a large pile of dog poop in the corner of the living room. On second thought, maybe I’ll stick with the not noticing.
photo credit: iStockphotoHave I Died?
September 27th, 2011BECAUSE I’M IN CUTENESS HEAVEN!!

I want to curl up in the middle of that cuteness and giggle myself to sleep. MUST HAVE BABY PANDA!!
via npr.org
Douglas Coupland, Polaroids from the Dead
August 5th, 2011I am choosing to live my life in a permanent power failure. I look at the screens and glossy pages and I don’t let them become memories.
When I meet people, I imagine them in a world of darkness. The only lights that count are the sun, candles, the fireplace and the light inside of you, and if I seem strange to you at times, it’s only because I’m switching off the power, trying to help us both, trying to see you and me as the people we really are.
Marc Maron
April 7th, 2011The enemy of irony is having the courage to love something, or like something, or trust your own opinion, to not be part of the united front of condescension.



