Thoughts
-Some stories I can either seize a room for 15 minutes or I can't tell at all. "Naked in the Bronx" is the best example. It gets epic. When that's done, the other 2 stories of my odyssey on the Eastern seaboard are on the table, but it's really only worth telling one at a time.

-I've been thinking lately a bit about philosophy, mostly ethical justifications. It turns out I have:

1) A list of things I won't apologize for. Currently, this amounts to "things that are funny, things that are true, and things done for the best of reasons" ... but this is not particularly well-defined or explained

2) A list of things I am helpless in the face of. This is poorly enumerated indeed, though examples surface from time to time. By "helpless in the face of" I mean things that one cannot respond to in any way but the way in which one does. Things that only have one proper response, regardless of what common-sense or utility dictate.

I wonder whether these are useful in general.The best maxim I can discern from mine so far is this:
"All's fair in love that's true."
I am significantly more skeptical of war.

-Great achievements in marketing (Concept Joe's, product and slogan Marty's): Scrote Spice, "I wanna dip my balls in it!" ... yeah, maybe you had to be there.

-Have you ever considered the obscene implications of the term "three-hole puncher"? This happens when you work around office supplies long enough.

Being a Hopeless Romantic is Exhausting
Seriously. And I'm not even a very good one. In the interest of not causing horrendous and unproductive awkwardness, I have minimized my John Cusack Index this year (the JCI measures the number of boomboxes lifted above the shoulders, number of windows shouted at in the dead of night, and other such actions). Mostly I restrict myself to the odd inscrutable comment in the midst of otherwise normal conversations. And poetry, but that's pretty inscrutable too (or at least plausibly deniable).

And after all that, it takes a certain kind of stubbornness to choose a dumb love over a smarter apathy (I am fairly sure that at some point it becomes a choice). It keeps you up at night. Of course, a lot of things can. What I really worry about is the heat death of the universe... well, occasionally. My sense of perspective has a tendency to go briefly overboard before resetting to "When's lunch?".

Semi-relevant Mountain Goats lyric: too slow to catch them all, not too far gone to care.

More relevant Dire Straits lyric ("Romeo and Juliet"):
She says, "Hey it's Romeo, ya nearly gave me a heart attack./
He's underneath the window, she's singin' "Hey la, my boyfriend's back./
You shouldn't come around here, singin' up at people like that./
Anyway, whatcha gonna do about it?"

Astute observers will observe (that is what they do) that I'd written two songs about Romeo and Juliet before I knew and loved this one.

It's a hapax legomenon prefix phenomenon!
Occasionally I stay up too late and read the blogs of interesting people (also I have homework). Today I began debating whether or not I should ascribe to these things a word more lofty than blog, which in it's etymology implies something terse and non-fictional. Web-literature = Weberature? Being myself, I am concerned that the eymology here is flawed. "Telature" from the Latin tela for "web, weaving", although this I think could could refer to something else. Web literature is still literature, after all...

I've got it. Weblog = blog --> Webliterature = blit

Next question: the plural: "I've been reading the blit." vs. "I've been reading the blits."
Follow-up: the British plural: "I've been reading the blits about maths."

PS. Cursory web searching reveals "telature" appears to be an incredibly rare word for the art of weaving. Given it's scarcity, I'm going to start using whenever I feel the art of web design need to be treated with high pretension.

PPS. Hypothesis: Web design, as an artistic field, is most similar to architecture, in that human navigation of a space must be considered.

This Needs to Be Recorded in Abbreviated Form to Confuse Posterity

Sex Workers Union --> Sex Mines --> Poon Lung

Credit goes to Alex, many moons ago, but I was reminded forcefully by my use of "poon" in a game of Scrabble (actually, Scrabulous). Actually, I originally wrote that as "game of scrapple". The rules of this hypothetical game are best left as an exercise for the reader.

I've been writing code all day. Huzzah?