Awesomesauce

secret government agent: tell me right now, do aliens smoke weed

I’m gonna sing STEALTHILY!

In case any of my fellow Americans were unaware this message is an echo of the headline of Le Monde on 9/11: Today we are all Americans.

i saw life branching out before me, like the green fig tree in the story. from the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. one fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet, and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was europe and africa and south america, and another fig was constantine and socrates and attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs i couldn’t quite make out. i saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because i couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs i would choose. i wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and as i sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black. one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

People who talk incessantly about ‘change’ are often dogmatically set in their ways. They want to change other people.