Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Questions that pique this morning:

If deciduous trees lose all their leaves in winter and sort of go into hibernation, and hence are photosynthesising, why don't we run out of oxygen?

Why is it so many political isms are also art movements?

How good a first line is: "They were killing her father today."? I like it. I want to use it.

When will I ever have a chance to sleep normally ever again?

How cool a name is 'Manochehr Dorraj'?

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