A headaching post of staggering randomness

This particular post is a consummate exercise in arrogance, as if someone out there would wish to read something I wrote without original substance.

Think of this as a shout out to some people who matter. They may or may not recognize themselves, but sometimes the point of putting thoughts into text is not to be read but simply to create.

1) The Writer

I am hoarding your book, doling out my tastes like an addict watching his stash dwindle. I am afraid on some level of the moment when reading turns into re-reading. So I feed my hunger in tiny tastes.

"They need fierce angels to swoop in and save them from the adults." - Though you, dear author (oh so clever, turning the tables on the oh-so-obvious "dear reader") have likely never read my Facebook page, my "religious views" now reads "believes in fierce angels."

"The car rockets forward, and you close your eyes so you won't know when you're about to die." - I don't even have the words for this one. This might be the most beautiful single sentence I've ever read.

"It's like you met your twin sister, only she's better and different." - How does someone I've never met describe the person I always wanted to meet?

2) The Marketer

Click here. Non illegitmiti carborundum (Wikipedia it). You are a fierce angel, so believe in that no matter what.

3) The Candidate

I have a special little treat tomorrow for Obama supporters... (it's rendering now...) but for tonight, I will simply share the most profound words I have heard that great man speak, delivered to a crowd of 74,999 people and me on the waterfront of Portland, Oregon on 18 May 2008.

"It is important to focus not just on how we win, but why we should."

I have never heard a phrase (save perhaps those above) that has resonated with me in so many ways.

And so, my own dear reader... I will freely admit to bringing nothing original to this post, and close by plagiarizing the ultimate good night:

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Comments

[Carl]

This was a "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" moment. Glad I did, and thanks for having the courage to sound your own barbaric yawp through the social fiber-optics that bind us.

-CW