Some great Robert Frost poems

1. Mending Wall
2. The Trial By Existence
3. After Apple-Picking
4. The Road Not Taken
5. Birches
6. The Sound of Trees

When your mom’s hairbrush was a microphone

Somewhere between ages 8 and 13. Because it looked like a microphone, with the handle and the big bristles representing the old-school big black mikes. The question is this: When you were alone in your room (or in the living room blasting your dad’s 8-track), belting out some Neil Diamond or Stix or whatever into your mom’s hairbrush, did you face the bristles inward, so that you could see them and imagine you were singing into a microphone? Or did you face the bristles outward, so that your imagined audience could see them?

Just don’t ever lose sight of the possible

Even the so-called laws of physics are often just probabilities.

It would suck if everyone left the planet but me

Sometimes when my inner rage at people approaches its “If I had a gun” level, I think of how sad I would be if everyone got on a spaceship and left. I imagine I’d watch them go for a very long time, waving and waving goodbye.

It’s okay to fart in the bathroom

If you’re one of those people who worries about whether your spouse is offended when you fart in the bathroom, do you…

1. Wish you had a soundproof door to the bathroom?
2. Wish you had a spouse who didn’t care about farting sounds coming from the bathroom?
3. Wish you were the kind of person who didn’t care whether your spouse was offended by farting in the bathroom?

“Into the Wild” is a very good flick.

Better than the book, if less objective. More inspiring (and there’s nothing wrong with that.)

There’s a big
A big hard sun
Beating on a big people
In a big hard world

Should entropy bring us together?

Physicists tell us that the universe is moving from a state of heat and useful energy to one of cold and entropy, eventually ending in a “heat death” in which all of creation is “reduced to a vague buzz of faint and useless heat.” If so, then it is not just the human race that must worry about its imminent destruction (when the sun explodes), but every single thing in the universe.

Historically, it seems fair to say that people under the same, existential threat have shown a tendency to set aside their (sometimes significant) differences and come together. If so, shouldn’t we all just be getting along (both with each other and the rest of the universe)? Maybe we’re just not paying attention.

BNL used to be different

I’m in a comic store
Looking for some mistakenly priced comic I could make a fortune on
In walks the Fantastic Four
I say “Don’t go!
That last issue was cool.”