Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Moby Pepsi, or The Great Grey Bottle Cap

I've just returned from an epic adventure--the struggle against the Great Grey Bottle Cap. It wasn't the Great White Whale, but I was as obsessed as Captain Ahab. I encountered a 1-liter bottle of Diet Pepsi with a bottle cap that just wouldn't come off, no matter what I did (Yes, I remembered 'lefty, loosey, righty, tighty). I did everything to this thing: I cut on it, I used tools on it, I even found myself, at one point, straddling the bottle, repeatedly stabbing a tack into the top of the cap, and yelling, "From hell's heart I stab at thee, for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee, thou damned bottle cap!" Anyway, I ended up melting the bottle cap off.

Saturday, December 03, 2011


When my cat first took up residence in my apartment, he insisted on sleeping up at the head of the bed with me. Problem was I always slept on my side, with at least one elbow sticking out to the front of me and the cat also usually wanted to plant himself in front of me, pressing right against my elbow. The cat had no problem with that, but I sure did. I liked a little personal space. i gradually made more and more room for him, thinking I could find some kind of balance between us. 
Then, the Day of Revelation came. It came one day when I was standing at the foot of my bed. And I looked at my bed and saw the two pillows stacked on top of each other and pushed into one corner. I saw how oppressed I was! The first thing I said to myself was, "THAT'S MY DAMN BED!" La Revolucion had begun! After that, I made a point of letting the cat know who was boss! i always got into bed without warning, driving him out before he got buried. Why?

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Time, Chance & Probability

If there was a place where time did not exist, wouldn't it also be true that chance would also not exist?

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Thursday, June 09, 2011