The Advocate

(Even Sean Connery Will Not Stand Idly By) I spend an inordinate amount of time arguing with people on the internet. I have literally held up one index finger to My Life in order to finish the last sentence to a comment the length of a fortune cookie that took 30 minutes to think up. I'm not ashamed of this. I'm an arguer. I come from the land of arguers, raised by argumentative folks in a world of argumentative things where Up could very well be Down, depending on your perspective, and even the color of the sky was debatable. (You probably think that last sentence is an exaggeration. It's cute.) I've played Devil's Advocate so many times that if I could charge billable hours I would be rich enough to buy a Scrooge McDuck pool vault for the rest of my money. Hell, as a child, I used to raise my hand in class just so I could argue the most inane points of semantical nitpicky nothing-burgers. Once I launched myself into cyberspace, I played flamer , concer...

Eunoia. Origin: Ancient Greek. Translation: "well mind" or "beautiful thinking". The shortest word in the English language which uses all five vowels. To me, nothing better illustrates eunoia than the words we create to capture the thoughts and feelings we must express. The words we create and tie together into kaleidoscopes of sentences. I have been collecting quotes for over 10 years now. Many are well-known. Others are so obscure that if I wasn't around to hear them... they might as well as never have been said for all history would know. To mark reaching the nice round number of 400-ish, I have posted them all for your enjoyment in order alphabetical. I give you... A Saboteur Academia Production! Alternative Wisdom for Hipsters, Hobos, and Haters  The Most A-mazazingly Phat & Nifty Collection of Quotes  Amassed in the History of Everything By Zek J. Evets With credit to Jasper O., Gian A., Tuba M.,  David T., The Miss So&So’s, Uncle Mal, ...

Been a minute since my last post. Got caught up in the grind, as we all do from time to time. Forgot about the take back, clap back, but it's a long weekend and some things have not yet arrived, so here we find ourselves. There are times when I've got that itch, that restlessness, that skin-crawling tingle. The feeling that keeps me up at night doing chores no one has any business doing at 4 AM. The feeling that keeps me up listening to another Bon Iver album, sweating in my boxer-briefs, typing into the cyber-ether. My proverbial shout from the mountaintops to the bottom of the sea. I hope you don't mind this divergence into something a little more personal. There are times when my fingers must. When they have to. Have to type. Have to spin words like spiders must spin webs, like electronic daemons must crawl the interweb, trawling cyberspace until the end of time. Soon, I'm going to be a father. I am going to have a little girl. It could happen at any time. She...