#April2016
Monday Morning Commute: Now Is The Time For Panic
Monday Morning Commute! Another seven days or so have past since we last met. How is your existence? Persistent? Intermittent? Fleeting, flitting, between this Universe and the next? Sliding up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right through linear time-space? Another seven days or so have past since we last met. It’s weird, not really having anything to report.
My class and I had a discussion (as we are wont to do, every semester) about comfort versus happiness. Most thought that comfort is preferred to genuine happiness. Those who stay in relationships despite them being “eh”, those who stay at jobs despite them being “eh”, you know.
Weekend Open Bar: Living Life On Bradbury Hill
Man, we got Presidential candidates debating dusty tomes from days of yore and their dick sizes. Man, they’re doing that while we got the entire universe to explore. Man, we got people vigorously arguing over the quality of men in tights and their moving picture shows. Man, they’re doing that while the Cosmos offers us escape. While the Cosmos offers us resources. While the Cosmos offers us Hope.