(Superstition by Stevie Wonder begins ( Read more... )

If you thought buying only toilet paper was embarrassing, try walking into a Lowes to buy only a plunger. At least with the toilet paper, you can kinda play it off like you are doing some arts and crafts with the cardboard tubes, but buying a plunger at 7:00 AM, right when they open... Yeah, pretty much all you can do is smile and try not to give ( Read more... )

Lauren and I went to the zoo the other day. At one point we wandered to a caged area filled with some long bushy tailed monkeys (not the actual nomenclature, just my description of them... By the way, do you ever notice that? Animals are either called some obscure derivative of their latin name like “Zimbokawee”, or they are called by exactly what ( Read more... )

(Lauren and Dave glance out the plane window as we make our final approach to Los Angeles)

Lauren: Where's Tommy Lee Jones to save us from the earthquake?

Dave: You mean 'volcano'?

Lauren: Whatever.

Every now and then I strap up my boots, pack some water, and brave the pilgrimage that is my old red journal for some inquiry into where I was nearly a decade ago. On one hand I cringe, because the content is so juvinle, and my writing is so childish, that I can’t help but come to the conclusion that I was a bland person, even by high school ( Read more... )

What is “Unconditional love”? Is any love unconditional? Is ALL love unconditional? If a feeling is conditional, does that require it to be labeled something less than love, or is love something too tactile and real to be suspended in a world of absolutes, like calling something “unconditional” in the first place? Someone proposed the question to ( Read more... )

Here is the deal. Barack was making a statement at a fundraiser in San Francisco in which he said the following ( Read more... )

Um, this is one of the best live performances I've ever seen.

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Even though I wish high school Dave could have taken the time to appreciate Dispatch for its deeper political and social idealism instead of merely as that funky reggae beat that will forever remind me of my own adolescent foibles and lusts, I know now that I can begin to really listen ( Read more... )

Gwen Stafani (Also representing another girl I know) and I choreographed a bunch of dance numbers to perform outside with a big group of people. I decided not to be a part of the dance anymore and left, after Gwen/the girl I know awkwardly hooked up during after hours in a department store. Gwen/the girl I know didn’t understand that I didn’t want ( Read more... )