While I did meet ﾐA彡 through a dating app, I didn't really use dating apps for anything more than remote idle amusement. (As Aziz Ansari puts it, "You can stand in line at the grocery store and swipe through 60 people’s faces on Tinder while you wait to buy hamburger buns.") Aside from the MySpace era (i.e., the ancient days of yore), I have never gone on a date with anyone else IRL after meeting them online. But, to be honest, in general, I have never really dated.

I am thinking that 26 years of formal education can really burn a guy out. I'm like beyond slap-happy. I'm this close to raving lunacy.

(revised from ”Re: response to victor & malaki)

(revised from ”Cultural Origin of Dualism?”)

(revised from ”The meaning of syllables”)

OK, I didn’t mean to make my last post sound ominous. Maybe it’s because tomorrow is June 6. (You know, 6/6/06. I don’t think the Devil really gives a damn about the vagaries of the Julian and Gregorian calendars, so it probably doesn’t have any significance to him, although it may very well have significance to some Satanist or nihilistic terrorists a la Columbine.)

I wonder if maybe the main reason why guys don’t listen to their sixth sense is the fact that most of the time it tells us completely freaky stuff over which we have no control over.

I was inspired by this meditation on racism, which describes the well known evils of over-generalization.

Bits and pieces of me keep passing out. Random quotes and song lyrics that happen to be very appropriate commentary on my life. And, once again, I need to take a break, but, once again, I am probably not going to.

Thoughts about Los Angeles. (To live and die in L.A.? Well, maybe….)