Welcome to the new blog!

Its hard to believe its been almost two years since my last post at sleepdeprivedzombie.blogspot.com. Not surprising (especially if you know me), I forgot my username and password for the site. Anyway...I'm back.

I was reminded of a post from the old blog the other day when I had a "Bokononist" moment. I'll get to that in a minute, but first, the original post:

I got my first San Francisco Voter Information pamphlet the other day. For all the Midwesterners out there, California sends out a booklet chock full of information pertaining to the election: local candidantes, voting location, sample ballots, and ballot propositions. I was excitedly read though it when I came across proposition I, "adopting a policy that the mayor appear monthly at a board of supervisors meeting". I flipped the page and the next one was "adopting a policy calling for the impeachment of president Bush and vice president Cheney". While I revealed in the irony, I studied the cover of the booklet carefully. It had the most famous picture of San Francisco: As I studied it, a sudden realization swept over me: that's the office building of the client I just finished working for. The fifth window from the left is the window I've been sitting at for the past two weeks. And then I remembered how, in ninth grade, I was working on a jigsaw puzzle in Mrs. Peterson's home room of the first photo above. I tried to imagine me handling the puzzle piece with the window I was sitting at and got dizzy with the coincidences. It reminded me of a passage in Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle. "The room seemed to tip, and its walls and ceiling and floor were transformed momentarily into the mouths of many tunnels--tunnels leading in all directions through time. I had a Bokononist vision of the unity in every second of all time and all wandering mankind, and wandering womankind, all wandering children. "

My recent "Bokononist" moment happened while I was shopping at a consignment store yesterday. (As a side note, this is a really cool consignment shop. If you're ever on Fillmore street, stop by Seconds-To-Go.) Near the back in the corner with the books was a shelf of glassware and Christmas decorations, including this:


Which I'm 99% sure is the same decoration we had every Christmas until it accidentally broke one year. I plopped down five bucks, now its sitting on my side table next to the radiator.

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