we have a supersonic toilet.

really, it is. if our toilet magically levitated and oriented itself horizontally in the upper atmosphere, it could literally propel itself, when flushed, to at or above the speed of sound. how do i know this? because when any toilet in our building is flushed, all 6 floors vibrate for about 3 1/2 minutes. the ripples are felt beneath the earth to lord kimbo down in the seventh circle of hell, also known as its capital city, Pandemonium (or Dis), also known as Carteret, New Jersey.

we also have a toaster that beeps.

aside from this news, i am strongly considering quitting my job sooner rather than later. it has no means of vertical ascension and is really far removed from my interests of the moment. i would like to savor any or all time that i have before i go (?) back to school focusing on what creative instincts i have left behind. being that i have never felt comfortable enough here to play music, i hope that some peoples' new presence here will help change that, and i hope to find a space conducive to the exercise of that talent, which many people lately have helped me realise is important to pursue. i feel really unworthy of some of the tremendous compliments i have received and have decided it would be regrettable and malignant to those who lavished them if i didn't at least try to do them justice.

so i guess this is in line with new years' resolutions.

i will get back in shape so i can run another marathon in 2007, in whichever city i end up in this fall.

i hope to take advantage of the creative resources this city has to offer, such as darkrooms and whatnot. i want to consolidate my creative output into one central resource.

i need to get out and meet people. and be more social here.

and i need to take things a day at a time.

Dick says, you can do it. Thanks, Dick.

This post is all about me, me, me.




It is also about toilets.