Balance

I'm consistently bewildered at how long it took us to invent the bicycle. I like thinking that the amount of time it took was entirely hinged on the disbelief that we could ever balance that way.

Wah.

Hellhole Ratrace by Girls is a great song. It also pretty much explains to a T how I've been feeling these days. Sometimes I feel like I have too much longing for my own good. I want too much. I feel too much. I've always been that way, but now it's there more than ever. I'm sorry if I'm freaking folks out by being so angsty--I'll be fine. I know I will. You know I will. I always come out on top. These days, however, I'm feeling transparent. I don't feel like trying to hide how I feel or where I am emotionally. So, world, there it is.

Paranoid thought.

Sometimes I fear that my life is slipping into snippets. I just don't feel the energy I used to have to write everything out. Maybe I'm just lazy. Maybe I should start a journal. Maybe links are just easier. Probably all of the above. Maybe tomorrow I'll write something that's fleshed out. Yes. Maybe tomorrow.

Religious Data

It's strange to see such a spiritual topic broken into pie charts.

http://www.thearda.com/quickstats/qsdir.asp

The Onion Video: The World's Oldest Sexual Predator

http://www.theonion.com/content/video/paleontologists_discover_skeleton

Cogito Ergo Doleo.

I dreamed a dream in days gone by.

Last night I dreamt that I dropped a parachuted video camera from a hot-air balloon in order to get a video of what one sees when one falls from the sky. Simpler solutions didn't occur to me at the time. Moments later, I too decided to take the plunge. I jumped from my aloft hot-air balloon, fell like a feather through thousands of feet, and landed (unhurt) on an impossibly slick ice luge. Then, in an unprecedented state of exhilaration, I rocketed through technicolor zinnia fields at warp speed on a sled ride to trump all others.

Needless to say, it was the best dream I've had in quite some time--almost as good as the time I took a jeep ride through a "ballerina farm" with Brad Pitt.