While taking BART back to my room from Oakland this afternoon, I couldn't help but notice that someone had spraypainted the name "Stephen P. Morrissey" on a concrete wall.

Such a little thing, but the difference it made was great.

Sometimes I feel like everything I say is just completely inane gibberish, while other times I can't get a word in without being bogged down in capital-m Meaning. All I ask out of life is an acceptable sense to nonsense ratio ( Read more... )