Ponder contradictions like Time. It involves a Lot of scribbling notes on to scraps of paper and usually ending up with the same conclusions.
Time is a little bit tricky when you have to much of it...
Since I work for myself, I don't have a boss in the normal sense, or perhaps I should say that my boss (me) does not have normal sense. Yeah, that sounds about right.
Lately, I've been playing mp3 files of old Lenny Bruce routines. "Thank You Mask Man" is a classic--all about the Lone Ranger. Some of his other stuff does not stand the test of time so well, but Mask Man will live forever.
I've also recently listened to Ginsberg read Howl. Not a big deal by today's standards, but in the 1950's it must have been a shock to read a rant like that.
William Burroughs' "The Junky's Christmas" is always a fun listen as well.
I need to get a real life one of these days.
"You don't need the light of the Lord to read the handwriting on the wall." Copies of Warsaw Tales available through www.new-ink.org(link is external)
A work mate used to bring in those crappy free discs dished out by sunday newspapers. When I was 16 and working as an admin clerk I masturbated into my wastepaper basket.
p.s. It was an all male environment..off course, if it wasn't, then I would have done excactly the same as styxbroox did below.
Hear my music: http://music.download.com/3600-5-100795586.html(link is external)
There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed -
Dennett
I wasn't going to post this: but as yan has come (whoops) clean. I was working in Charlotte street in an office many years ago in my carpenter's guise. The office comprised of the boss and his secretary. It was a friday and the boss said he was going home at about 12 noon. The secretary invited me for a drink at the pub. Well, a few pints later and we went to work so to speak. We did it across his desk rather than hers. I don't know the Freudian undertow of that.
There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed -
Dennett