not about seinfeld

Varla writes: I heard a friend say this recently, and because she is kind of a shallow twat anyway, it was even funnier:

"I've been trying to be more spiritual and practice compassion, yada yada yada."


one month hiatus over – time to write something.

anything. anything at all.

the move is complete – no more driving to work.

today i tested my commute, though it most likely isn’t an exact representation of my daily trip downtown as it was a holiday. (fireworks all night.) sixteen-minute walk to the station. ten-minute ride train ride. three-minute walk to work. total: twenty-nine minutes. about the same as my drive to work in pennsylvania.

i followed a young couple out of the station, the female pushing the baby’s stroller. the male wore a sweatshirt with a photograph of g.w. on the back and the words “we’re fucked.”

that’s so… 2002.

this is aught-seven, man. stay positive. only two years remain. with any luck, the new democratic majorities will castrate any delusions of power that bush retains. all he’ll have left is the veto. at least until lieberman decides to caucus with the republicans, giving them control of the senate.

so these two young things were walking and another young woman with short cropped hair tried to pass on the female’s right side, and the she clipped the girl trying to pass on the back of the foot with the stroller. it didn’t phase the lady in the least – she didn’t even miss a step. just kept on walking.

and the girl pushing the stroller didn’t miss a beat either, continuing on her way. the boy (father?) yelled. “i’m sorry miss. she does that all the time. hourly probably.” he paused. “she’s a real twat,” he yelled toward the woman with the short cut.

“fuck you, you prick,” the stroller-pusher bellowed.

happy new year. here’s to compassion in ’07. may it rest deep within all our souls.

and our twats.