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Fixing stuff, myself included…


Things are not always as straightforward as they seem. Here’s my dilemma: do I give this URL to my lover or not? Am I sharing things (straight out of the seventies); I ought not to share? Are some things better left unsaid, or better said in a different forum (i.e. face to face)? On the other hand, the more important questions may be whether I wear my wingtips, or my little red dress to the party tonight, and will I be partying with Dionysus, or not?

Are you looking for answers, or only posing questions?

It’s easier to answer concrete questions, such as shoes, or dress? Of course you must understand, I didn’t mean I’d wear only the shoes or only the dress, if that were the case I’d be Dionysus himself, and the party would come to me. It’s also easier to ask questions than to answer them, even when they ‘re concrete. As a matter of fact, I’m having a hard time answering the question as to whether I’m looking for answers.

Can’t you even answer your own questions?

Well this does appear to be a little bit frustrating I must admit. Seems I’m always confessing or admitting to something. I must be guilty as sin, or maybe it’s because, I’m always trying to figure myself out and never quite on the mark. However, yes I can answer my own questions. I’m looking for the answers I just seem to have misplaced them momentarily.

Could it be that you’re not willing to face the answers?

It’s possible, but highly unlikely. One of the answers is that I’ll wear the wingtips! Auh oh, concrete shoes; this isn’t New Jersey is it?

Party with Dionysus? Still not sure.

Give the URL? Not likely.

Sharing what I ought not? Probably…

Anymore New Years resolutions?

One more, don’t wish for things, because wishing for things necessarily creates expectation, and since my #1 resolution was to live my life without expectations…

What about goals and dreams?

That’s different. Dreams are for sleeping and goals are for posting as in goal posts, or I dreamt I was awake while I was dreaming rather then I dreamt I was dreaming as I slept.

“Insanity — a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world.”

– – R. D. Lang


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Reflection != Resolutions

got any snake oil?Another year, why is it we mark years going by twice? You take account when it’s your birthday, and you chalk one up at New Years. Perhaps, you’re really twice as old as you think you are, a sort of Steven King life line. A “green mile” (you can buy just about anything on the internet) sort of guy or gal. Someone with a palm carved with lines that thwart the best of palm readers; you are untouchable to psychics, or readers of the tarot cards. Here’s an odd site that claims to help you tell the difference between a real and a fake palmist, and even has a page on hand transplants. God save us from all the charlatan palm readers! Just think about this: if you had a hand transplant and didn’t tell the palmist you could be arrested by the hand police, or the snake-oil vigilantes for fraud. Keep the hands you came with, and don’t let life slip through your fingers; in other words keep your hands to yourself!

Aren’t you going to make any New Years resolutions?

Yeah I’m going to make some resolutions. One of them is to live my life without expectations (easier said than done), and the others I’m not sure of yet. Maybe resolution #2 should be to live my life with my hands tied behind my back; then I can be sure of keeping them to myself.

“Before God we are all equally wise – and equally foolish.”

— Albert Einstein


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”


Wearing my programing hat; still trying to tweak my HTML and script tags on my blog page so the search engine will pick up the text from the blog. Maybe I’ve got the hat on backwards.


Finally figured out last glitch at 8:00 pm; thanks to Ronni at atomz support! The seach engine is way cool, check it out.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Search Parameters?

What are we searching for?

There’s always something that’s been lost; perhaps it’s only a phone number on a small piece of paper, or is it that you can’t remember you mother’s birthday, or the zip code for the IRS, your social security number, your mind, or maybe the new name you’ve been given by the Federal Witness Protection Program (FWPP). dead as a doornail The FWPP, now there’s something to talk about. It just occured to me that all those 404 (file not found) errors are probably connected in some nefarious fashion to this dubious program. Yes indeed if you can’t find it, it aint been lost it’s been “relocated” by “the men in black”. How about having 404 error, or Dead Duke of URL engraved on your tombstone. “All lost URLs please report to the relocation center.”

Where’s all this coming from?

Spent this morning configuring the site atomz search engine; but can’t seem to figure out how to make it index the text in the body of the documents not just the meta tags on the pages. Anybody with knowledge of the particulars of this process please leave a comment, or send me an email. I will be eternally grateful, showering you with praise publicly, or personally whichever you prefer.


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”

Day After Yesterday

The latest bulletin from the front suggests that all good people should imediately move three steps to the right and one step forward in order to arrive early for wherever it is you happen to be going. Going to the nut house? Going to the beauty parlor? Going out of your mind? Going out of your way to be kind to strangers? Yes, in these days of “neverendinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng” bagel sandwichs one can never be too sure of where the cream cheese is. Do not attempt to take control of your wayward browser; the god of fortune cookies delights in giving out empty fortune cookies.

Have you ever gotten an empty cookie?

Yes it was a long time ago; I got two in a row. At the time I feared the worst of luck was surely about to descend upon me. However, days went by, and I remained unscathed by the forces of darkness. Just when I was about to give up my foolish notion of being tracked by bad luck, I stumbled upon an old journal entry. Here’s what it said, “If you ever get an empty fortune cookie don’t look back!”

Whatever did you think it meant?

It meant that when the sun rises in the east, it sets in the west.

Duh, so what?

It means I haven’t a damn thing to say today of any value; it means that today is the day I pay for the empty fortune cookies. Blogger was down yesterday due to hackers/crackers so we don’t have any micro ads on the main blogger page. This to is obviously due to an empty fortune cookie, because I just purchased 8000 impressions (my christmas present to myself).

“The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.”

— Albert Einstein


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”


Did you know that oxytocin is a pituitary hormone that stimulates muscle contraction and sensitizes nerves. Dopamine stimulates the production of oxytocin. Fewer oxytocin receptors create less attachment in relationships.

Why are you getting at?

paranoiaMore rationalization from the front lines of the love war zone, or perhaps it’s only annoying paranoia rearing it’s ugly head. Whether former, or latter it most likely doesn’t matter, for what it is, is what it is, or as my favorite quote says, “wherever you go there you are.”

Must you always write in code?

There is something pleasing in writing things that require at least a perfunctory knowledge of ciphering. After all if love is not an enigma, then what is?

A little plain English please?

Here’s what’s going on: On Thanksgiving and Christmas I invited my lover (of almost a year) to spend time with me and my family; my lover had prior “tradional” engagements. So? Well I say that to myself…so?, but what nags me about it; what I can’t seem to rationalize away is this: why is there no, “but perhaps you would like to come with me…do so and so with so and so?” NOT… so I’ve decided to do away with some of my oxytocin receptors and thus be on my way to a more balanced relationship!

“Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.”

— Albert Einstein


“Designated driver, on the information highway.”