huevos

Just when I think I'm out, they pull me back in.

Gracias, amigo.

the world still turns

Today I found myself sitting in a Taco Bell parking lot, listening to John Corigliano on NPR's From the Top show, as teenaged musicians played his work, including the lovely "Snapshot Circa 1909," which I had never heard, while a homeless guy pushed his cart down the sidewalk, stopping to pick up fragments of the cement wall that had fallen to the ground and place them back where they belonged.

All kinds of things are happening, all the time. Sometimes I think I need to get off the internet.

i can't take another one

I'm ashamed, and I'm terrified, and I'm sure I don't have anywhere near enough duct tape for this.

On a related note, can we finally all agree that there is no god? Because there's no way he'd let that maniac get away with doing this shit in his name.

What on earth are we going to do?