This blog is currently ranked 634,925 in the world by Technorati. It contains well over 300 posts. Is “Silence is Golden” a metaphor for something? I hope I don’t suffer the same fate as Icarus. Special Olympic Athletes high-fived me last week while I was running, I guess we are all special in our own little way. Euphoric Serotonin always sets the pace for a great evening. Coffee tastes best in its true bitter form. Given its many unhealthy attributes you deserve the groaning bite at the end. Is L.A. the ultimate party? Squandering your ability to cope with what is reality and the psychological dungeon manifesting within. Physically transparent relationships. Hanging out in the blissful company of friends who know you but don’t actually have a clue to the existential backlog. Relishing the nomadic culture of truck stops and the privacy it affords oneself to be an unfamiliar face in a tiny city you call home. Hoping it will rain so you can go outside after to kiss the atmosphere and search for hints of lingering sea breeze. God I miss the west coast. I love the mystery of dining alone. The make a wish foundation is overrated. Are we entertained by anything that is really worthwhile? In the future cities will be built around airports, not airports built around cities. If I were stranded on a deserted island, somehow I think I would be pretty content. However I would likely go mad without paper and a pen. Ralph Waldo Emmerson said, “Love and you will be loved.” I really like that quote. Erika, Tyler, & Jeremy, my best B.C. buddies, I miss you guys terribly. I’ve tried to stop drinking, however social tolerance of others always brings me back, not the taste. On average I drink about eight cups of coffee a day.

I regularly sing in the car. I occasionally sing while running. So far this year I have ran just a little over 1500 KM. I have to replace my shoes when they get too many KM’s on them, just like a car. When I was sixteen I decided to go running one day to get back at an ex-girlfriend and “show her”. I don’t really know what that was supposed to accomplish? It did however set the pace for a life long love affair with the streets. I read magazines and take notes at the same time. Relationships to me always seem like the “Bike Shed Effect”. You probably have no idea what that means. I was spanked as a child and turned out fine. I also ate grasshoppers and glue in grade school. Not at the same time of course. The only thing worse than American television is Canadian television copying their shows. I wonder if it’s possible to be something somebody ever dreamed of. I would pay a billion dollars for the invention that makes day-to-day interaction autonomous. I secretly wish I had an agent. For what I don’t know? Nobody can escape vanity. Everything casts a reflection and enquiring minds want to know. If you couldn’t change anything would you travel back in time? Sadly, futility is a game played by clocks. Someday I’m going to pay an artist to go on a two-week acid binge and paint numerous portraits of me. I think that would make a wonderful conversation piece in my home. I’d rather be hot than cold, but I’d rather act cold than hot. I can balance a broom on my nose. Do you remember names or faces? I much prefer stories than either of those. I’ve been fortunate to have had the same great friends my entire childhood. Did you know most nudist organizations have a “no singles” policy? How come soft skinned girls can leave bruises on you? Trying to forget is easier than trying to remember. I’ve rambled quite enough for now, sadly my mind has just grown weary of typing, the cognitive pace is still apparent.