It's like Mardi Gras meets the bombing of Dresden...
Monday, June 19, 2006
Introspection
This is a turntable, regardless of the fact that there is only one and no microphone is visible.

The interesting thing about a turntable is that it can point in any direction, yet has no preference for any. In a sense, you could say it points in no direction. Thus, the turntable is oddly analogous to my life.

4 Comments:

Blogger GMack said...

Wait, what? You are making me doubt my existence as a human. It is so deep.

11:44 PM  
Blogger JMC said...

Wait, what? Are you saying you are gay?

8:22 AM  
Blogger Justin said...

GMack- making you think should confirm your existence as a human. Cogito Ergo Sum and whatnot.

J. Morgan- I'm pretty sure that's not what I'm saying, even though I do read Gmack's blog, and I may be just a little attracted to you seeing as you are half-Beowulf, half-ubermensch. But no, I offer this as proof of my hetero-ness.

My point was that there is no real direction to my life. I'm not working towards anything, even though I have the freedom and opportunity to move anywhere and do practically anything. I just move from place to place, being underemployed and hating it, and posting pictures of railroad apparati and vague descriptions instead of doing whatever it is that other people do to find fulfillment in their life.

I'm more along these lines...
http://www.philalawyer.net/archives/ten_percenter_-_part_1.phtml#more

9:54 AM  
Blogger RJ said...

I'm sorry to say that I too am doubtful of GMack's existence as a human.

10:20 AM  

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