Category: Fragment

The radio station we are listening to is playing some strange bass background with lots of strange echoed voices over the top. The voices say something like “Howard is coming,” and “Howard will bring the music.”
My mom asks, “This radio is bizarre. What is this? Is this some sort of psychic radio station?”
“Are you thinking about Howard?”
“No.”
“Well then I guess it isn’t a psychic radio station.”

The homeless man who I saw many times walking up and down King street, the one with the sign asking for a twoey, stood in front of the picture perfect gazebo. In the heavy heavy snow, he sat, hunched over his cart, listening to the blaring song coming from the gazebo’s speakers. “He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.”

Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die
Beneath one infinite sky.
There’ll be war, there’ll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things, time will mend.
-Pink Floyd, Childhood’s End

From The Transmigration of Timothy Archer by Philip K. Dick:

Dreams of poverty excited universal enjoyment in Berkeley, coupled with the hope that the political and economic situation would worsen, throwing the country into ruin: this was the theory of the activists. Misfortune so vast that it would wreck everyone, responsible and not responsible alike sinking into defeat.

From The Register

To be fair, a vast amount of work being done at CalTech [sic] and Carnegie Mellon is coming from the efforts of undergraduate students more interested in beer than the military complex.

Update: For those wondering where this came from, it came from here

Did Adam and Eve go to heaven?

This weekend I drove 10+ hours and passed many cars. Invariably these cars were adorned with bumper stickers. Then it hit me. I had not realized that America had sneezed.

From the LA Times:

In another measure of the evolving social structure of U.S. politics, those who drink wine with dinner prefer a Democrat over Bush for 2004 by 7 percentage points. Those who drink beer back Bush over a Democrat by 23 percentage points.

Today I was driving down the street in the happy suburban community of South Pasadena when I saw Kurt Cobain trying to cross the street. Of course I stopped for him and then watched him cross the street and go into the original Trader Joes.

Bumper sticker idea for the day:

Philip K. Dick for Pope