Pirke Avot chapter two, verse 16: misanthropy
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts it together at last.
In Which Your Humble Blogger puts it together at last.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets to talk about lust and gluttony, and swearing, and fun stuff like that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still thinks that cool stuff is cool, even if it belongs to somebody else.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts with the end of the sentence, like a wild animal in the wilderness, or a German.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lives in one world, and a whole mess of people evidently live in some other world entirely.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads a book without really meaning to, somehow. You know?
In Which Your Humble Blogger raves.
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes a metaphor in a pair of ten-foot tongs.
In Which Your Humble Blogger ponders the inevitability of inevitability, the finality of finality, the thing that happens after the thing that doesn’t happen.
In Which Your Humble Blogger uses something called ‘analysis’, which involves taking a thing apart into its constituent pieces, and then just rambling incoherently for a while.