cognitus interuptus
06.15.07 • comment • trackback
My keys are not in my pocket. People, my keys are always in my pocket. Logically, this means that I’ve locked myself out of my apartment for the first time in two years, probably longer. I think the last time I got locked out was way back in my sophomore year of college. At least this time I’m wearing more than a towel, right?
Long, exasperated sigh.
I’d wanted to write something about something this morning, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what. This, the key thing, is the only thing I can think about at the moment. Even though I know that thinking about it will do nothing to solve the problem or alleviate the stress, and it’s not a good use of mental energy. Still, here we are. At least we’ve got links, right?
Grant applies for the position of U.S. Senator. Unable to find an adequate replacement for the late Craig Thomas, it appears that the Wyoming Republican Party has resorted to using an open application. Hilarity ensues. “YEARS AS A RESIDENT OF WYOMING: I saw Brokeback Mountain three times.”
Time lapse photo of an analemma—with each exposure taken at the same time of day, this shows the wobbling position of the sun in the sky over the course of a year. Gorgeous.
Stephen Colbert and Sean Penn have a linguistic throwdown in Stephen Colbert’s Meta-Free-Phor-All: Shall I Nail Thee to a Summer’s Day. Moderated by former U. S. poet laureate Robert Pinsky.