Every once in a while, I look at all the stuff on the internet and I feel a weird sort of sadness. It’s a shame, I think, that people spend so much time doing so much useless stuff. Then I find something like this Weird Universe blog post and I realize that there’s nothing new under the sun.
“They thought I was crazy,” he explains modestly.
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Geesh, ok Paul, so don’t do the 48 items …
Jesus. You really need to get laid.
Everybody hates 40 year old architecture. Everybody loves 80 year old architecture. There’s a lesson to be learned here about how time and public taste works… and to take care of good examples of our entire architectural heritage. Also, everyone hates kids that stand on their head in your yard.
OK, at least that’s the lesson I’m saying is here. Confidential to whomever decided to remodel the 16th and Mission BART stop, I WILL cut you.
Just as the car and the highway were a physical expression of an urge to run, an arrogance and solitude and xenophobia waiting in the human soul, so is the Internet: an exhibitionism, a lonely cry in the night, a brave stepping to those already circled by the campfire.
Probably Juneau and Honolulu…
“Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. What profit hath a man,” etc. etc.
I don’t get it.