This Is Drivel

Category: daily drivel

  • inevitable

    What do you think of the idea that life may very well be inevitable? I first ran across this concept about three years ago as proposed by the astrophysicist Neil de Grasse Tyson and it blew my mind: Are we alone in the universe? We’re made of the most common ingredients there are! Our chemistry… Read.

  • enough

    Roads are ice-covered this morning. Apparently Monday didn’t suck enough when the Great Big Cosmic F.U. looked down on Wisconsin today. Read.

  • wounded

    There was a little mousie beside Boo’s litter pan this morning. I could hear him making an odd squeaking sound that I thought at first was coming from a bearing on the furnace motor that needed oil, but the longer I listened to it the more obvious it became that it was an irregular sound,… Read.

  • bread

    There were about thirty people eating dinner in the pub, and they were all sitting at the tables by the front door. One of them had the only loaf of bread in the whole place, but he wasn’t doing anything with it. The loaf was on the floor next to his chair, and one of… Read.

  • smoke this

    If I have to go through the rest of my life with the stench of cigarette smoke in my nostrils, I may have to rethink how much older I want to get. Or else take up smoking, because why the hell not at this point. Literally everywhere I go smells like cigarette ashes. Imagine eating… Read.

  • Wanderers

    Very cool. Here’s a gallery of still shots and some background about the places – real places! – in the solar system that you’re looking at in the video. Read.

  • foggy notion

    On the way to the airport to drop Sean off early this morning, we drove through fog so thick that along the unlit stretch of Stoughton Road north of Cottage Grove Road the car’s headlights barely reached beyond the front bumper; the road, the shoulders and everything beyond was black as the inside of a… Read.

  • The Crazy 8

    Ladies and gentlemen, The Crazy 8! One summer – it must have been 1978 or 1979 – a bunch of my high school friends and I rented the dance hall at a tavern on the edge of town (called The Edge Of Town, so you wouldn’t forget where it was) and, for one night only,… Read.

  • triple-decker

    In my dream, I was driving my triple-decker bus onto a military base and had to stop at the front gate, where the gate guards didn’t so much check it for explosives as much as they pointed and asked a lot of questions about where I got it and how I fixed it up with… Read.

  • indifference

    Indifference to what words actually say; willingness to accept a vapid truism as a useful, even revelatory concept; carelessness about where a supposed quotation comes from – that’s all part of what I like least about the Internet. A “blah blah blah, who cares, information is what I want it to be” attitude – a… Read.

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