Can't spell question without quest

9/23/09: What could I say? Maybe this: the man hunched over his motorcycle can focus only on the present instant of his flight; he is caught in a fragment of time cut off from both the past and the future; he is wrenched from the continuity of time; he is outside time; in other words, he is in a state of ecstasy; in that state he is unaware of his age, his wife, his children, his worries, and so he has no fear, because the source of fear is in the future, and a person freed of the future has nothing to fear.

Reading more Milan Kundera lately and its has been good. But I don't understand how any girl could like him. He writes like such a dude, about dude things (existential dude things, but still) and totally abstracts the female into something gaudy and yet inaccessible. Plus, there is always this erotic talk about butt and assholes and such.

Side note that really should be the main point: I am the king of the semicolon and yet in all my genius I would never come up with the urge to write a sentence with multiples. Five? Are you fucking serious?

Some girl on Okcupid told me she reads my blog. Should this make me more or less willing to talk about dating? No sure, but speed dating is tomorrow and I pretty excited because it will either be awesome or hilarious and maybe I even convinced Steve Miller to come.

I recently found out about a thing on the internet where people lol to porn. There are websites where people just post the funniest intersections of sex and awkward. Hat tip to Deven for letting me in on this gem of internet culture.