When you spend your life bowing,
you find solace in the dirt. In time
Cherry Blossoms become clouds.
The way the petals fall, like rivulets
coloring in the concrete, is more beautiful
than the unbroken balls of pink and white
that grow for two weeks along the street... (read more)

I have a little sister, I've seen The Craft a few too many times, and I've watched blacked out, really pale Goth chicks roaming high school hallways with Wicca iron-on thingees safety pinned to their ripped up book bags. I think this qualifies me to be a respected critic of the world of Wicca... (read more)

You have an idyllic town dotted with paper lanterns across the river from you to frame your views, and a crescent moon hangs low in the sky as stars are just beginning to come out.

So that was my day... (read more)

Over the course of the conversation the topic swung to talks of monogamy and polygamy, his almost vitriolic hatred of his wife, his current writing project, a book he’s been writing, and at one point he managed to turn an empty cigarette box into a crude mock-up of a person, with a working erection. I’d be impressed sober, but that was damn close to David Copperfield in my current state... (read more)

In the movies, hookers never kiss, they say it is too intimate. I don't see it that way; only finding it personal when I open my eyes. As always, I emit a flow of ready-made exclamations periodically between my false exaggerated breathing. “YES!, ohh no, that feels real good, oh yeah, keep doing that!EJulia Roberts, eat your heart out... (read more)

It’s about this time in my life that I promised myself 3 things. First, that I wouldn’t make anyone change for me. Second, that I wouldn’t make anyone move for me. And third, that I would marry the woman that introduced herself with three simple words (and they are not “I love youE... (read more)

I've heard the question too many times when introducing someone to anime: "Well, if this is Japanese animation, then why do all the characters look white?" What most people are asking with this question is really something closer to, "Why don't they look Japanese?" It's time to answer the question once and for all... (read more)

mcd: People had a problem with the Matrix sequels not for the fact that they didn't live up to the first one, but for the fact that they didn't live up to the shrines of shiningly perfect expectation that they had built up in their heads. Nothing will ever live up to that. The sooner you can realize that a [whatever] is just a [whatever] and enjoy it for being that alone, the happier you will be.

buddhaboy: All just enough info so that you can think it is "yours" when really you are just watching some crap footage inbetween ads for reebok and disneyworld.

cabbage: Those that do not enjoy this style may be better suited to watching a Hollywood blockbuster where all the viewers hopes and dreams are realized after their metaphorical “Quest for FireE It is not the fire that we seek. It is the means of creating this fire.

buddhaboy: In order to find salvation and overcome an Achilles heel (good choice of words) the survivors need to have faith. They need to push the button.

cabbage: God can’t see this place... If your thinking of some kind of Christian God then that may well be true. However, there is a higher power at work here. Remember the man with the beard is NOBODY.

glynis: I like the whole button pushing concept. It has made me question my own button pushing.... (read more)

Also suffice it to say, no one really knows for sure where it comes from....but people from SFC to NYC to Toronto all know it. I know what it is not...

1. It is not the amount of chemicals or substances in bud...It's in the higher 4 hundreds
  ---Professor of botany at UCLA
2. It is not a police code or legal code of any sort. They are usally 4 numbers for police
  --My father, a retired police officer... (read more)

While these questions may never go answered, they have deeply penetrated my brain and I may never be the same again. Yesterday, while microwaving my dinner, I found a knife in my hand and a dead roommate at my feet. I triumphantly sing “I think I’m a sith now there doesn't seem to be any Jedi aroundEand Tiffany is my Princess Leia... (read more)

"Yeah, it's bad wine. Anyway, as an old-school Platonist, I read that as saying there is an ideal world, and a real one, and we project the ideal onto the real as a matter of course."
"And that Sarte saying otherwise is a dodge."
"Yes." Chug. Gulp. *Shudder*
"Well, you already know that you're missing the point. Sartre isn't talking about consciousness as a metaphysical entity. He's talking about our faculties for dealing with the world, and talking about them from the perspective of a thinking being."... (read more)

So before class I popped over to the 100 yen store (dollar store, 105 yen with tax) and bought 4 toy guns for 420 yen. I proceeded to draw an almost anatomically correct human being on the board, and identify the various parts a gun could blow off in combat. I then set them into teams, to take turns shooting each ruthlessly with machine guns, and making them scream, “Ouch! You shot my arm,Eor “Ouch! You shot my stomach,Eetc... (read more)

they stand for the rights and freedoms of almost 300,000,000 people to wake up every morning, to take a dump, and to bitch and complain about the meaningless things in life like why lost goes nowhere or why emo sucks, to drink their starbucks and play their videogames--instead of worrying about whether or not they’re going to die that day or simply disappear because their country happens to be truly fascist and oppressive... (read more)

she shows us the tour of the house and casually drops that they are ghosts in the house, shit like "thats where the previous owner was stabbed", and you know, regular type shit from the mouthes of beautiful crazies. we finish the tour, of amityville jr., in the kitchen. on the counter sits a handle of 1800 tequila and jack daniels whiskey. its 2p.m. red asks cassie if she wants a drink. she nods no. she asks me if i want a beer. i nod yes. she asks me if i want a shot of whiskey. i smile and give her an imaginary kiss and discretely hide my boner... (read more)

Lunch was good, homemade for being a dutiful bag carrier. It was only tinged bitter by the jets screaming overhead, and the simulation of being in Iraq hit a bit too close to home for me. It took me back to the Fourth of July, the skies lit up red like cloud-sprays of blood, and I ruminate on how American celebrations resemble war in a very creepy, even sick, sort of way... (read more)

Mostly this is a reciprocal link and more of a test than anything else... (read more)