i don't like oatmeal.

yesterday, at a diner in burlington county, i saw a lumberjack eating oatmeal. he looked very sad so i asked if i could sit with him. he nodded, so i sat down and ate my hotcakes. we looked at each other and we connected. we didn't really talk that much, but we connected. well, actually, he talked a lot, but i didn't understand him. it was probably because he only spoke russian.

i think he expected me to pay for his oatmeal. man, russians are cheap.



lumberjacks eat oatmeal without any sugar or syrup. it's really gross.







This post is inane absurdist nonsense.

dealing..

..with a transportation-impaired city and a massive decaffeinated headache.

thanks to septa it took an hour to cross the bridge this morning. and then i had to sit and listen to 2 grown men cry about how they can't afford to pay their taxes. but while i was supposed to be listening i came up with an interesting image.

perhaps democracy is not suitable to be implemented in every cultural context, much to the neocon's chagrin. it's like taking plato and putting him inside a chinese opium den and saying, hey plato, philosophize, baby.


this is me in traffic. look how unhappy i am!










This post is philosophical and introspective-y.


This post is a bitch du jour.