Edited from my administrative law play

PATRICK UNDERFUNDHonestly? I think the whole thing is a crock of shit, legal or non-legal. ‘Culture of life’ my ass. How is it that the same people who are pro-life with a vengeance, are pro-death penalty, pro-war, pro keep the federal government out of my business, are pro-federal intervention to save Terri? Besides once she dies, won’t she go to a better place anyway—anything has to be better than some cerebral cortex soup and involuntary movement for fifteen years. The logic of the whole situation escapes me; but I guess that’s what happens when you let reason dictate your life. Sorry, you asked.

Do you know any duets?

I walked over one hundred blocks today. I think it was the single longest walk I may have ever taken, from West 100 to Wall Street. A true hike.

So you want to be a writer?

We won’t delve into the moral turpitude of the situation, but suffice it to say, the dance party of four in the sixty-three wall was off, how do you say, the hizzy. Documentation is available upon request.

So spring break has finally arrived. This means that lounging is now sanctioned and pleasantness will surround. The city of millions, will be veritably empty for me.

One day I may finally wake up but until then the lucidity of this existence will still be continually enjoyed. I’ll have a bunch of free time this week but I’ll have to be creative, since the funds situation is less than ideal; the translation for the aforementioned means that I’ll probably be writing a significant amount more—for both the blog and the slow progressing novel. Did I mention that the self-destructive narcissism of Huff should be enjoyed by all?

If you want to watch a bizarre movie, The Loss of Sexual Innocence is for you. It is not particularly titillating or risqué as the title suggests, but more of a bizarre mash-up of Genesis and modernity intermixed with a silent historical self-analysis—definitely bizarre.

Big fan of the blood oranges, I am.

A throwback to 1995

Poem 19

we are surrounded by reality
as we float in the bubble of insanity
speaking a language secret to us
asking questions without answers
speaking lies that are truths to us
no role in society
deactivated lives
frightened humanity
unsure if we are alive
a pattern of thinking unclear
a path of reason to curved
we’ve been like this for years
are minds are oh perturbed
by our reality which is insanity
and the cruelty acted out so justly

I love this picture...can you imagine if a tortoise had a mullet?

The Zen of a sliced pinky and blurry vision.

The new phenomenon of me is all the rage in 2005. I’m not sure exactly why. Floating bodies?

There is a great difficulty in typing with nine fingers. I don’t recommend trying it, I recommend eating well. So today is whatever day it may be and I was speaking with a professor who promptly advised me that she had a dream about me. This threw through me for a loop, momentarily of course because my unflappability can’t be undermined for more than a few minutes at a time but luckily it was of pure thoughts and academia.

I wonder what it feels like to wear a postman’s garb. I do not think that as long as there is a form of pollution there will be a mystery. But who will be screaming when the yelling stops?

Sometimes the maths are better left unsolved and to the deep bass notes.

There's just something intoxicating about intelligence

Vegas Mayor Tells Kids of His Love of Gin

LAS VEGAS - Sin City's mayor made no apologies Thursday after being criticized for extolling gin to a class of fourth-graders.

Mayor Oscar Goodman said he was just being himself when he told elementary school students that drinking was one of his hobbies and that the one thing he would want if stranded on an island is a bottle of gin.

"I answered the question honestly and truthfully," Goodman told reporters. "I'm not going to lie to children. I'm not going to say I would take a teddy bear or a Bible or something like that."

Asked by a reporter if he had a drinking problem, Goodman answered, "Oh, absolutely not. I love to drink."

Moments later, he cut off questions and walked out of the news conference.

Goodman, who has been mentioned as a possible candidate for governor, has never been shy about his love of gin.

He hosts regular "Martinis with the Mayor" events and induced a bidding war between two gin companies in 2002 before becoming a spokesman for one. He donated half the $100,000 he made to an agency that provides shelter and substance abuse programs and half to a private school founded by his wife.

Goodman was at Mackey Elementary on Wednesday as part of Nevada Reading Week when he made the drinking comments during a question-and-answer session.

Principal Kemala Washington later called the comments inappropriate but said the students did not appear to understand.

"It just went over their heads," Washington said.

This Nor’easter was a flop.

What happened to my 12 inches?

Tonight was one of the more fun nights in a while. Considering the Lakers lost and the game was boring for 3+ quarters, my utmost thanks still goes out to J--, shall I say Nikki. The seats were great and the company was better.

As much fun as the game was, after was even better. For some reason the office closed early, albeit after we entered and stopped their normal food schedule. Food however was a must. So thank you Landmarc, a filet at midnight with a bottle of Bordeaux was just what the doctor ordered.

To Tony’s, aka Nikki and Sam’s—thank you for the sign; P and P’s apartment is better decorated for it.

Happy Birthday B.

Ciao!