THE FIRST THOUGHT THAT COMES TO MR. VEGAS AFTER A SUDDENLY OVERCAST SKY SNAPS HIM OUT OF THE AFOREMENTIONED EXPERIENCE OF EXTENDED COGNITIVE NULLITY:

I’ve gotta post that!

OBSERVATION OF THE DAY RELEVANT TO AND PERHAPS LAMENTABLY REDUNDANT WITH THE FOREGOING:

Happiness and sunshine are conducive to gratitude but not to interesting thought. Thought is a disturbance in the placid pond of being.

POLITICAL OBSERVATION OF THE DAY:

I read--poolside, during the brief period of unsunny weather-- that the Sunnis have contested the election in Iraq, claiming the results are fraudulent and demanding a recount or revote. Finally, evidence that they are indeed experiencing true democracy.

FELIZ NAVIDAD IRONY OF THE NIGHT:

Black jack dealers in Santa Hats that might as well have been Grinch hats for all the money they took from Mr. Vegas.

COGNITIVE DISSONANCE OF THE DAY:

Reading that Dick Cheney has bought an iPod and that Johnny Damon is a Yankee. Maybe it’s time to put in a sell order for my Apple stock and become a Yankee fan. Certainly the moment Dick Cheney buys an iPod is the moment the iPod ceases to have any claim to being cool and counter-cultural. And the moment Johnny Damon joins the Evil Empire is the moment the evilness of that empire should be put into question. In any sane, stable order of things Dick Cheney would be joining the Yankees and Johnny Damon would be buying an iPod.

MTA-RELATED THOUGHT OF THE DAY:

With the Yankees' acquisition of Damon and the Mets' off season buying spree, I just hope they get the subway strike resolved in time for the 2006 Subway series.

WEB LINK OF THE DAY:

www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=banish

A vicious and sometimes very funny rant against bloggers. So good I just had to create a link to it in my blog in hopes that this scathing diatribe against blogging becomes the rage of the blogosphere.

TRANSCENDENT POETIC QUOTATION OF THE DAY--MOTIVATED BY A LATE AFTERNOON REFLECTION UPON THE AFOREMENTIONED STATE OF SUN-INDUCED COGNITIVE VACUITY BENEATH THE PALMY FRONDS.

""Of Mere Being" By Wallace Stevens

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,

A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.

You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.

The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

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