Saturday, November 15, 2008


I don't have many.

Watching the Name of the Rose (before I fell smack asleep) I wondered if the practice of shaving heads into tonsures may have evolved in what we now call Male Pattern Baldness.

Wow there are a lot fewer commercials during Fringe than during any other show. I wonder how they made that affordable. No, wait, I don't. J.J. Abrams, 'nuff said.

Should I go to the monument lighting in the park in a little bit? Even though I haven't managed to do anything at all yet today besides buy chocolate milk and nap.

In case you're wondering it's nearly impossible to rehydrate oneself while one is asleep. Even when it's raining.

A dream where I have traveled to either San Francisco or Italy (with Maggie Mason!) and am currently traveling to the other one but, on the bus trip from the airport to the city, can't tell which one I am in while my friends are at home packing up my apartment because I have to move is unsettling. I can't tell if it's supposed to be unsettling in a significant way or in a dreamy way.


  1. Anonymous11:14 PM

    I call the clearing at the upper back yard of my head a crop circle.

  2. I think the content of Fringe ends earlier in the hour and they fill the rest with commercials.

  3. I love The Name of the Rose so much.