I woke up this morning to one alarm, and stayed in bed under the covers wondering why the clock radio didn't get off. Then I realized it had; that's how pleasantly NPR fits into my surroundings. Maybe the rap station isn't a bad idea after all.
I watched Coffee and Cigarettes, and felt sorry for Iggy Pop. He just wanted Tom to think he's cool, is all! It was a pretty good movie, as long as you're in a mood to watch 90 minutes of people sitting at cafe tables & talking about coffee and cigarettes.
So I'm walking along at work, book in hand, when some guy stops me and asks what I'm reading. The book is missing its cover, and so there's no way he could have known what it is before I told him.
It's Sarah by Orson Scott Card. At first the guy looked at the spine & thought it said Samurai, but when I told him it's based on the book of Genesis he realized who Sarah was (did I really not pay attention in Sunday school? how am I so unfamiliar with the story?).
These are the times in life that I feel like something's going on. I was standing around my desk, and randomly decided to pull that one book (of the three in my satchel) out and walk to the break room, just as that one guy randomly decides to ask somebody about what they're carrying. A chance encounter turns into a talk about religion, and where God really is.
Do I actually instigate this? As a guy wearing a grey sweater, who hasn't shaved or showered in three days, and is pulling out his phone to call his girlfriend, look to somebody like I'm looking for somebody to talk religion with?
Of course the irony is, I am. I really never think about it, but the minute somebody asks me about God they'd better be ready for an hour long discussion (or, in the longest example, and seven-year-and-counting discussion).
The guy's name is John. It all seemed so contrived that I want to murder myself just to not believe it really happened.
But I really do, I attract these people. I think one day we'll start an army and take the world by philosophy. And then one they there will be a great schism, spiraling into social and metaphysical sects.
And now I think I'm going to toss in a movie (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? El Crimen de Padre Amaro? who knows?!) and begin the final phase of my project.
Oh, and out of nowhere, my sex drive has just completely died. All this week, not an impure thought from below the belt. How annoying! And Kate comes home in five days, the first time I've seen her in months...
I watched Coffee and Cigarettes, and felt sorry for Iggy Pop. He just wanted Tom to think he's cool, is all! It was a pretty good movie, as long as you're in a mood to watch 90 minutes of people sitting at cafe tables & talking about coffee and cigarettes.
So I'm walking along at work, book in hand, when some guy stops me and asks what I'm reading. The book is missing its cover, and so there's no way he could have known what it is before I told him.
It's Sarah by Orson Scott Card. At first the guy looked at the spine & thought it said Samurai, but when I told him it's based on the book of Genesis he realized who Sarah was (did I really not pay attention in Sunday school? how am I so unfamiliar with the story?).
These are the times in life that I feel like something's going on. I was standing around my desk, and randomly decided to pull that one book (of the three in my satchel) out and walk to the break room, just as that one guy randomly decides to ask somebody about what they're carrying. A chance encounter turns into a talk about religion, and where God really is.
Do I actually instigate this? As a guy wearing a grey sweater, who hasn't shaved or showered in three days, and is pulling out his phone to call his girlfriend, look to somebody like I'm looking for somebody to talk religion with?
Of course the irony is, I am. I really never think about it, but the minute somebody asks me about God they'd better be ready for an hour long discussion (or, in the longest example, and seven-year-and-counting discussion).
The guy's name is John. It all seemed so contrived that I want to murder myself just to not believe it really happened.
But I really do, I attract these people. I think one day we'll start an army and take the world by philosophy. And then one they there will be a great schism, spiraling into social and metaphysical sects.
And now I think I'm going to toss in a movie (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? El Crimen de Padre Amaro? who knows?!) and begin the final phase of my project.
Oh, and out of nowhere, my sex drive has just completely died. All this week, not an impure thought from below the belt. How annoying! And Kate comes home in five days, the first time I've seen her in months...
