this blog is fiction, this principle haiku

minor concussion
due to a direct hit by
a taco salad

Words that come out of my mouth that make me hate me

There are few things more grating to my ears (and that simultaneously feel more comfortable flowing from my tongue) than beginning an anecdote with, "I heard this thing on NPR the other day...", but goddamn if RadioLab is not one of the best things I got going right now (besides regular, interpersonal human contact, of course). Equal parts science and psychedelia, RadioLab approaches the "This American Life" concept of a one-theme-per-show/tangential-story thing like Sun-Ra would have, had he become a radio loser instead of a drug addict. Oh, and its by far the most well-produced show on the radio right now--so much so that until just recently, I did not even realize it was science-themed. I thought it was called "RadioLab" because of how they experiment with the format of a radio talk show. Sadly, it comes on randomly on the NPRs we have here in the valley closest to the West Coast, but in this age of podcast, I listen on MY schedule. The "11 Meditations on the Afterlife" episode is not to be missed.

Postscript: I considered following the "I heard this thing on NPR the other day..." part of this blog with this sentence: But I guess its unavoidable when a Facebook poll tells you that 100% of your friends are Democrats. It was at that point that I realized (a) there is a way to start an anecdote that is slightly MORE grating than talking about NPR and (b) what a total effing nerd I am.

Rise, rock.

Its like sometimes like I hear it and I'm paralyzed. Its like I'm frozen like in one of the layers like and I can't break free of it and don't want to. But then I try and try and try to and am stuck there like like like I am want be equal parts stuck and unstuck stuck again and again. This is what what happens when I listen too close. Like this part is crunch doom and this part is chiming sad and this one is slow pounding. Like where would you want to get stuck??? None and all none and all none and all.

In other news, the caps lock keeps turning on mysteriously, causing me to delete and rewrite and wonder if I'm erasing pure gold never to be recreated; the dog has found a ball he thinks is his baby; the new monolith is made of cardboard; and we have passed to the other side of air conditioner season.

Shhhhhhiiiiiit

Its been a long time since blogging, but you know what fuckers? I am back. With cursing. Assholes.