Temporal joy and momentary regret. My last fifteen minutes.
I just watched a good beer die.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
May 30, 2009 8:38 p.m.
Temporal joy and momentary regret. My last fifteen minutes.
I just watched a good beer die.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
May 14, 2009 1:05 p.m.
An epicurean odyssey. A culinary apocalypse. My last fifteen minutes.
Hit and run at Chipotle, and now this guy is working its way through my intestinal justice system, just trying to taste freedom like Andy Dufresne. Will it come out angry, or will it escape triumphantly?
Monday, May 11, 2009
May 12, 2009 12:16 a.m.
It's all coming at you. Brought to you with a smile. My last fifteen minutes.
Spending the last fifteen minutes in South Carolina with my best friend Mike. Talking about politics, religion and--of course--my blog. There's a name in computer programming for the this self-referential loop. But Mike can't remember this term. It frustrates him. Failure unfolds before me. My time slips away.
I am at sea.
Spending the last fifteen minutes in South Carolina with my best friend Mike. Talking about politics, religion and--of course--my blog. There's a name in computer programming for the this self-referential loop. But Mike can't remember this term. It frustrates him. Failure unfolds before me. My time slips away.
I am at sea.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
May 3, 2009 1:02 p.m.
Sharing my momentary existence. My last fifteen minutes.
It's raining now. On my way back from the Jiffy Lube, I bought a bubblope at CVS for my wife. As I begin to work, I can hear the muted sound of the rain on the deck. The lights are out in the house, and the day seems coated with the gray patina of emptiness. Everything is broken.
I'm tired.
It's raining now. On my way back from the Jiffy Lube, I bought a bubblope at CVS for my wife. As I begin to work, I can hear the muted sound of the rain on the deck. The lights are out in the house, and the day seems coated with the gray patina of emptiness. Everything is broken.
I'm tired.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
May 2, 2009 11:14 p.m.
This is dedicated to the moment. Life as it happens. The last fifteen minutes of my life.
What have I been up to? Let's see. Well, I've been typing this post. Before that I set up this blog. That took a few minutes. Of course, I had to come up with the idea. Actually, that didn't take long. I was watching the basketball game before that--wait, that might have been twenty minutes ago. Things haven't been that eventful. It's not like I've been grabbing life by the throat lately.
What I've really learned in the last fifteen minutes is that the moment is usually rather uninteresting, at least in comparison to what has happened and what will happen. I have come to grasp the true nature of futility and despair. Don't bother. Most ideas aren't that great, and this is one of them.
I'm bored.
What have I been up to? Let's see. Well, I've been typing this post. Before that I set up this blog. That took a few minutes. Of course, I had to come up with the idea. Actually, that didn't take long. I was watching the basketball game before that--wait, that might have been twenty minutes ago. Things haven't been that eventful. It's not like I've been grabbing life by the throat lately.
What I've really learned in the last fifteen minutes is that the moment is usually rather uninteresting, at least in comparison to what has happened and what will happen. I have come to grasp the true nature of futility and despair. Don't bother. Most ideas aren't that great, and this is one of them.
I'm bored.
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