The Fart of the Eel

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Donald Trump: “China is raping this country”. Ignoring, for the purpose of this post, the ridiculous use of the word rape, there is nothing with even an inkling of logic in this slightly mad, Qaddafi like statement. I can only guess that the cry baby Meatloaf ( his fascinating anger …

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No Exit

Do we get what we strive for only to end up punished in the way of a Hotel California metaphor? I’ve think we reap what we sow. However, that sounds too biblical and I’m not much of a believer. Something my testing at belief net confirms. Categorizing me as %100 likely …

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Letting The River Run

Sifting through a 2006 David Foster Wallace essay on Roger Federer in NYT Play, Federer as Religious Experience, I realize that this internet is good for some things. Recently finding old David Foster Wallace pieces is one of those things. I can come to no conclusion as to the benefits, …

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Getting Myself Back To The Garden

Speaking of being “stardust, golden, getting myself back to the garden, and getting my soul free”: I’m off to Panama. Originally I was going to Costa Rica, but things have changed. My traveling companions debated, argued, and finally presented me with a persuasive five hour, ten minute, non-stop flight. With …

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Pura Vida

The pictures and reports of the devastation, and post earthquake nuclear meltdown drama, remind me that man is impotent against the forces of nature, and I am man. It puts in front of me the prospect that enjoying it all while I can is my primary task, a task that …

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