Being an owner of an iPhone, I cannot imagine buying an iPad.  The iPad sounds like big screen iPhone without the phone.  And I’ll be damned if I’m going to get a separate ATT 3G plan just for that kind of connection to an iPad.  ATT 3G  on the iPhone is disappointing and frustrating enough for me.

Published in: on January 31, 2010 at 1:05 pm  Comments (9)  


I’ve finally come to realize that life is not about equality, but only the same up to isomorphism.

Published in: on January 30, 2010 at 12:27 am  Leave a Comment  

Drunken Chess

I’ve been playing a lot of drunken chess tonight, and winning too. How good could I be if I was stone cold sober for awhile? I think people would hate me if I was even better just because I was sober.,

They’d consider it cheating.

Published in: on January 29, 2010 at 11:52 pm  Leave a Comment  

Half in love

I know it is not an interesting or important question, but why am I always half in love?

Published in: on January 28, 2010 at 5:44 am  Comments (1)  

Both Ways

He fished her phone number out of his pocket and studied it a while in the moonlight, until he knew it by heart, and wouldn’t forget it.  Then he did what he knew he should do, and rolled it into a ball, and threw it away.

Maile Meloy, from Both Ways Is The Only Way I Want It

Published in: on January 26, 2010 at 12:33 pm  Comments (1)  


When you have writer’s block, write “fuckstick’.  I mean, you can’t possibly walk around all day with “fuckstick”  the only word in your head.  So, write those other words.

Published in: on January 25, 2010 at 3:06 pm  Comments (3)  


We’ve been away from Raymond Carver’s poetry for too long. So, here goes.


Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgivable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

Published in: on January 25, 2010 at 3:02 pm  Comments (2)  


Cheetos for breakfast; Cheetos for lunch. It’s the one thing I can’t burn after my awful football Sunday and with the bats still in my belfry and such. Joe Jackson sings, “what’s the use of getting sober when you have to get drunk again,” a sentiment I’m tending to agree with. I ponder the next bad book I want to write and wonder why I love writing bad books so much?

Published in: on January 22, 2010 at 12:16 pm  Leave a Comment  


I feel as though I have been wearing a mask all my life–actually, many masks.  Somebody slips them on my head while I’m sleeping.  When I wake in the morning, I feel as though I’ve changed, but I can’t quite tell how.  It’s these damned masks.  I never get to choose them.  I can’t take them off once they’re in place.

Oh well, tomorrow morning there will be a new mask–another thing to cope with as I negotiate the world and spin the narratives of my life.

Published in: on January 22, 2010 at 11:58 am  Leave a Comment  

On the other side of life

I’m meditating on reality today while drifting and dreaming. Teasing all those activities apart grows tedious at times, turns into dirty work actually, but somebody has to do it, and I did volunteer. See you on down the road. You know–on the other side of life.

Published in: on January 17, 2010 at 1:07 pm  Leave a Comment  

On waking up

I wish I could say it was stumbling home drunk. But I’m pretty sure I have begun to walk in my sleep. Note to self: put on your jams before you go to bed.

Published in: on January 17, 2010 at 12:57 pm  Leave a Comment  


Sitting in the bar at five till midnight, studying Capablanca’s Chess Fundamentals with my pocket chess set sitting on the bar in front of me, I realize how little life changes, for that is exactly what I was doing 40 years ago in California when I was a Marine.

Published in: on January 16, 2010 at 2:22 am  Leave a Comment  

You converted me, Brit

Whatever the Brit Hume thing caused it became personal with me.  He has converted me from passive atheism to militant atheism.  The world is too dangerous a place to gladly suffer fools  and hate mongers such as Brit.  They must enjoy a position in the future as part of the lunatic fringe.  Whatever little I can do to assist that glorious and happy event, I will certainly do.

And spare me the persecution shit unless you’re Jesus.

Published in: on January 14, 2010 at 12:43 am  Leave a Comment  

Crand Canyon

It was the summer of 1998.  I was driving back to Chicago from Big Bear Lake, California. I stopped to see the Grand Canyon, for I’d never seen it.  I’ve not yet been able to put it into perspective.  Standing high above the river, as I was, seems as if a dream.

And love too.  Never in perspective because sometimes it too is Grand like a deep canyon carved ever deeper by the river as the years pass.  The river love.  The canyon loneliness.

Published in: on January 13, 2010 at 12:37 am  Comments (1)  


Some of the smartest people I know are ignorant and bigoted.  Many of them don’t even know the basics of personae and narrative.  Those concepts seem beyond their comprehension.  Or is it just beyond their patience because they have decided to live in their own small worlds without being interrupted by something beyond the banal?

Published in: on January 12, 2010 at 1:46 am  Leave a Comment  

Philosophy of…

I figured out philosophy of mathematics.  But how hard can that be?

Now, what remains is the philosophy of desire to be reckoned–the last thing on my list as philosophy of stuff goes.

Maybe, there is just desire and philosophy has nothing to do with it.

Published in: on January 6, 2010 at 11:22 pm  Comments (1)  

The math thing in your head

You and I are sitting together talking.  You leave and I can no longer see you.  That’s an instance of one minus one equals zero.  It has been shown that babies have some facility with and some understanding of small arithmetic even though they have not been taught arithmetic.

Beyond our ability to do very small arithmetic, I believe mathematics is a product of our imaginations.  That means we create mathematics using our abilities to create and manipulate metaphors.

One million is a concept in our heads.  We won’t find it outside our heads.  Even if you show me precisely one million grains of sand, the million part is in my head.

Good poets and good mathematicians have a lot in common.

Published in: on January 4, 2010 at 2:20 pm  Leave a Comment  

EPL fantasy update

It’s 2010 and we know what that means.  It’s time to make a run at my English Premier League fantasy league championship.  I’m moving up in the standings after a mediocre start.  The wheels are back on the train and the train is back on the tracks.

And most importantly, I’m totally stoked.

Published in: on January 4, 2010 at 12:23 pm  Leave a Comment  

A chill in the air

A morning colder than Russell and Whitehead’s Principia Mathematica.  Coffee and the sky reddening in the east doesn’t seem to help.

Published in: on January 3, 2010 at 8:48 am  Leave a Comment  

If on a winter night

I’ve decided to read again Calvino’s If on a winter’s night a traveler. It makes me think about reincarnation and that life when everything turns out exactly right.

Published in: on January 2, 2010 at 12:28 am  Leave a Comment  

The real New Year

You are drinking coffee and eating apple pies from McDonald’s. You feel you shouldn’t be doing it at 11 at night–the coffee that is. But it is so good, it makes you think, in the words of Elizabeth Bishop, God loves us all.

Published in: on January 2, 2010 at 12:12 am  Leave a Comment