theslant

Just got back from Santa Barbara. The Moog Tribure concert was.. uhm.. interesting. I thought that since the guy from Moog Cookbook was there, he'd bust out with some awesomeness. But no. Just a jam. And he was held down by the other guys. But whatehvs. Got to hang out with good people.

I pijin sign languaged with my old roommate who lived in SB. For some reason the word "kissies" comes to mind. Oh yes: he was talking about a girl from our (his) college days named V****** who, although quite attractive, was also quite Christian, and quite sure that she understands the will of God. It was the will of God that told her to break up with her last boyfriend. And funnily enough, after they got back together, it was the will of God that told him to break up with her. So, she visited him.. and she wanted -- by the way, in order to save our voices, we were signing (american sign language - kinda) this -- what did she want? I signed to old roommate. He finger spelled: "K-I-S-S-I-E-S".

There was much else.. a phrase which somehow formulated throughout the course of the night was this: "We are miners of science lost in labyrinths of logic, in a dimension of dyslexia."

So.. yeah. Just got back. Annnd.. I sent a crazy last.fm message to my neice. This is what it is. And I wonder if it'll actually make sense tomorrow when I read this:

There are ten things in life that you must avoid.

Eight of them happen to be the same thing: IHOP syrup.

The last two actually consist of a commonality indicative of the four medeival humors (whoddathunk that all those wacky alchemists were right all along?): namely, the interpretive sense of the nonunderstandability of one's processing of perception.

The realization of the above tends to give the realizer a sense of higher understanding when in fact that very sense is a delusion, trapping one in a mental cage ironically made up of its own devices. And the incarcerated epiphanizer lives on, none the wiser.