This thing is so funny.

I’m going on the theory that hearing is overrated and that, one day, somebody will invent replacement eardrums; they’ll probably have them at Costco.

Bush may be the most isolated president in modern history, at least since the late-stage Richard Nixon.

I bought this song off of iTunes yesterday, and in the first twenty-six hours that I've owned it, I’ve played it thirty-nine times. I don’t think that I’ll ever get tired of it.

What will become of the world when you leave? No matter what happens,

no trace of you now will remain.
—Arthur Rimbaud

There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation

and action. This is called becoming a man.—Albert Camus 

Maybe you're driving by a beautiful orange orchard, and it somehow makes you wistful. Maybe it’s late and you're the only car on a rarely used country road and it’s starting to rain and the melancholia that seems to follow you everywhere is making itself manifest.

I may not believe in the myth of the Fall, but it is still possible for

me to feel fallen.—Larry Levis, "The Gazer Within" 

Time swarms around me with its presences.—Larry Levis 

Now, I don’t love anything in this world except three things: corduroy pants, existential despair, and barbecue.