Museum (too long to tweet)

I would like to set up an exhibit where people can activate a camera to take a picture of the last picture the camera took, and watch the image fade over time as the quality of the copies sink into obscurity.

Soda Rareness Scale

Coke, Pepsi and Sprite have a value of zero. Any sodas beyond that have a value of one. Qualifiers add one to any value. The exception to this rule is the qualifier 'Diet.' 'Diet' cannot raise a zero to a one, but is worth one in all other circumstances.
The higher a soda's final number is, the harder that soda is to find.
Examples:
Coke = Zero
Coke Zero = One
Dr. Pepper = One
Diet Pepsi = Zero
Diet Cherry Pepsi = Two
Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper = Three

UPDATE: Specialty sodas deserve their own SRS. Unique brands such as Tom's and Stewart's do not follow this system.

Trains

Trains have a certain atmosphere about them. I've never really understood why they feel the way they do, but every time I'm on a train I find myself overcome with a very specific feeling. Something very close to my core buzzing, maybe.
Certain music amplifies the feeling. Sigur Ros, The Chemical Brothers, Royksopp...room filling tracks. They fill my and push the train feeling against the walls of my skull, which.is where the receptors for that feeling live.
I like it.

Theory!

Our minds are like inverse projectors. Images, sounds, and other input come in through a lens and are reflected off a mirror into a core for processing. The mirror is actually the surface of pool of underlying thoughts that we don’t really notice in day to day life. A mirror made of subconscious. When those thoughts change, the surface and the reflections change and subsequently the world seems to change. Our differences in perception are based on pools full of stuff we can’t see.

Early morning logic

You know how when you read a fat book, and you get near the end and you think "i can finish this off in no time, there's only this little sliver of pages left,' and then the sliver is like 200 pages but just looks small because you've already read 700?

Then the next 3 or 4 times you pick up the book, it's frustrating to nit be able to finish swiftly?

and it changes the mood of the entire book because of that mindset that's bestowed upon the last 9 chapters or whatever?

That's totally happening to me right now. I want the goddamn book to be over.

But I wouldn't want it to be over if I didn't have to see that there's just a sliver left, because I like the book.

This is why I think i want an e-reader.

To eliminate the sliver effect.

Onion Bagel,Toasted With Peanut Butter Please

The deli round where I work has bagels. One day, quite by accident, I ordered an onion bagel toasted with peanut butter.

How does one do such a thing by accident? Feel free to let your imagination feast on that one.

As I unwrapped the bagel, I saw the impossible combination of flavors and may have actually physically backed away. This physical response may have elongated the time that the smell of that combination took to waft up to my nose, but it may have also sped it up. Something to do with thermo-dynamics and air flow principles, or something. Regardless, the odor of peanut butter cocooned in onion drifted to my nasal receptors. Suddenly, it required further examination.

I sat down. This was an event worthy of a sit.

After unwrapping the bagel fully, I turned it over. It had been bisected twice, first into two bagel shaped halves each with one flat side where they would apply the peanut butter and reassemble it, then again to form two ‘c’ shaped bagel-peanut butter sandwiches. I took the bottom half of one of the c’s and tore it in half, leaving me with an eighth of a bagel. Peanut butter side up, I took a bite.

I was happy with my decision to sit.

What a bite.

The crunch of the onion and the slight oily-ness of the cheap bulk peanut butter made for an amazing textile sensation. Like there was a sea urchin in my mouth but it didn’t hurt because the sea urchin actually a planet with enough gravity to keep an ocean of painter’s putty just deep enough to cover over its spikes, leaving few islands. Also, the urchin was made of a bready substance, not urchin.

The taste could not be explained in the same way.

The bite of the onion set against the backdrop of that peanut buttery curtain was unexpected and amazing. Onion never lost forefront, but at the same time the PB was always a key player. Onion was the snare and PB was the bass drum. There’s nothing I love more than drum solos in my mouth.

Before I knew it, the bagel was no more. All that remained was a crinkled sheet of wax paper with small peaks of escaped PB stuck to its insides. Thus started the first day of the rest of my onion and peanut butter based breakfast life.

Some Situations Seem So Simple, Some Suggest

It’s sort of like being bound to the earth by one leg, and using one hand to hold a leash attached to a rocket.. I really like the rocket. I’m not willing to let it go. However, when it decides to leave, I can either let it go or let it rip me apart. Another option, stay strong and drag my whole world through cold dead space killing everyone.

I guess killing everyone is always an option.