Happy Mortal

As for me, I'm handing over my dollar bill and yes, I would like change.

Oh, wooooaaaahhhh, careful there yogi, you almost stepped on an ant.

And no, this isn't another blog post about it's amazing visuals and juvenile plot...

If trouble is indeed unavoidable, we should accept it and have a little fun, n'est pas?

It is ten years now since I cut my faith, whole cloth, out from the fabric of my soul and handed it back to the universe.

After all, we know that where there is excrement, there is orifice. Where there is orifice there is the potential for things to both go out AND come in.

So thanks Zizek! I will come up with a good idea, and when I do I will steal your job. What is it that you want?

So many "inspiring" quotes or phrases have the glow of positivity. From motivational posters to famous orations, rhetoric meant to rev our engines usually speaks to the dignity, possibility, and meaningfulness of human being. But as I reflect on those phrases that have had the most "positive" impact on my life, I realize that many of them are in some way negative.

The handicap has become the model of the coming citizen . . . the pervasive injunction, "to be someone," maintains this pathological state that makes this society necessary

Isn't it a little arrogant to title a blog post "The Meaning of Life?" Yeah, I suppose it would be if I thought I knew how to connect the experience of meaning with an imperative for achieving it.