This Monday, I will run one mile (or as much as I can without getting pulled out) of the Boston Marathon in a gorilla suit.
Photos and videos will follow.

"You’ve said good-bye to everyone but yourself. How does a person say good-bye to himself? It’s a juicy existential dilemma.”- White Noise by Don DeLillo

"There's nothing on network. Not a word, not a picture. On the Glassboro channel we rate fifty-two words by actual count. No film footage, no live report. Does this kind of thing happen so often that nobody cares anymore? Don't those people know what we've been through? We were scared to death. We still are. We left our homes, we drove through blizzards, we saw the cloud. It was a deadly specter, right there above us. Is it possible nobody gives substantial coverage to such a thing? Half a minute, twenty seconds? Are they telling us it was insignificant, it was piddling? Are they so callous? Are they so bored by spills and contaminations and wastes? Do they think this is just television? 'There's to much television already -- why show more?' Don't thety know it's real? Shouldn't the streets be crawling with cameramen and soundmen and reporters? Shouldn't we be yelling out the window at them, 'Leave us alone, we've been through enough, get out of here your vile instruments of intrustion.' Do they have to have two hundred dead, rare disaster footage, before they come flocking to a given site in their helicoptersa nd network limos? What exactly has to happen before they stick microphones in our faces and hound us to the doorsteps of our homes, camping out on our lawns, creating the usual media circus? Haven't we earned the right to despise their idiot questions? Look at us in this place. We are quarantined. We are like lepers in the medieval times. They won't let us out of here. They leave food at the foot of the stairs and tiptoe away to safety. This is the most terrifying time of our lives. Everything we love and have worked for is under serious threat. But we look around and see no response from the official organs of ht media. The airborne toxic event is a horrifying thing. Our fear is enormous. Even if htere hasn't been great loss of life, don't we deserve some attention for our suffering, our human worry, our terror? Isn't fear news?"- White Noise, by Don DeLillo

A video I made using a Flip video camera for my journalism class.

"A person has all sorts of lags built into him, Kesey is saying. One, the most basic, is the sensory lag, the lag between the time your senses receive something and you are able to react. One-thirtieth of a second is the time it takes, if you're the most alert person alive, and most people are a lot slower than that. Now, Cassady is right up against that 1/30th of a second barrier. He is going as fast as a human can go, but even he can't overcome it. He is a living example of how close you can come, but it can't be done. You can't go any faster than that. You can't throuhgh sheer speed overcome the lag. We are all of us doomed to spend our lives watching a movie of our lives -- we are always acting on what has just finished happening. It happened at least 1/30th of a second ago. We think we're in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past, and we will really never be able to control the present through ordinary means. That lag has to be overcome some other way, through some kind of total breakthrough. And there are all sorts of other lags, besides, that go along with it. There are historical and social lags, perceived, and they may be twenty-five or fifty years or centuries behind, and nobody can be creative without overcoming all those lags first of all. A person can overcome that much through intellect or theory or study of history and so forth and get pretty much into the present that way, but he's still going to be up against one o the worst lags of all, the psychological. Your emotions remain behind because of training, education, the way you were brought up, blocks, hangups and stuf like that, and as a result your mind wants to go one way but your emotions don't --" The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

Stairway to Heaven

Check it out on my flickr

I BEG TO DIFFER

"These people (and they are numerous) are attempting to cultivate a cute quirk, but they are really just aping a cute quirk cultivated by thousands of cute-quirk-cultivators before them in a giant, gross, boring feedback loop. Yes, clowns can be mildly creepy. But come on. Among the many things that are scarier than clowns: fire, earthquakes, a guy with a knife, riding the bus, colon cancer, falling down the stairs (it could happen at any time!), rapists, people who just kind of look a little rapey and are standing too close to you in line at 7-Eleven, Marlo from The Wire, influenza, and scissors." —The Different Kinds of People" from Seattle's The Stranger independent newspaper

Saw this on the New York Magazine site today, and all I have to say is...



I BEG TO DIFFER. THIS IS NO CUTE QUIRK. IF YOU DO NOT THINK THIS IS HORRIFYING YOU ARE LYING.

Whatthefuck doga

If this isn't the dumbest thing the world has ever seen, I don't know what is.

"None of us are going to deny what other people are doing. If saying bullshit is somebody's thing, then he says bullshit. if somebody is an ass-kicker, then that's what he's going to do on this trip, kick asses. He's going to doi t right out front and nobody is going to have anything to get pissed off about. he can just say 'I'm sorry I kicked you in the ass, but I'm not sorry I'm an ass-kicker. That's what I do, I kick people in the ass.' Everybody is going to be what they are, and whatever they are, there's not going to be anything to apologize about. What we are, we're going to wail with on this whole trip." Tom Wolfe, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Trip

LOL FOR REAL