To transform myself and others

MY site was recently hacked - I am looking for a new blog service.

Monday, January 22, 2007

In the future, Everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes...

Are we trapped in this bizarre networked mozaic of youtube mini-celebs? Can anyone pull it all together or is it all drifting at sea like a cultural junk barge?

I'm disturbed by the current cultural discourse - Time magazine declaring "YOU" as their 'person of the year'.... Hillary and Obama both addressing "YOU" as their inspiration for running.

It makes me feel old too, to not want every dick and jane and harry and tina to be the focus of my life with every click of the mouse. I want colosseum-quality epic intellectuals, wrestling with bleak, stark, truths. They all seem to have run away from the mobs and bought webcams. Where is the courage?

Monday, December 11, 2006

New Blog Home

Hey, this is my new blog home.

The old site is available on the links to the left where it says "STP Archive".

Transformation is the only constant.

Except Change.

Saturday, August 12, 2006


LeBron James Mountain Blast Powerade is a gift from our chemical overlords at Coca-Cola.

I don't usually cotton to drinking unhealthyish beverages, but I was swayed by its blue color, and promise of 'energy'. It tastes better than most energy drinks I've tried.

I want to keep collecting the caps which will gain me free corporately-branded athletic gear.

It doesn't matter to me that Powerade is people. It's people!!!

Or that its "natural flavors" come from LeBron James peeing into the massive production vats.

Somehow, it makes me feel part of a culturally-relevant world of fast cars and curvy women.

Powerade is not just ade. It's Power!!!

You people that haven't just had a lot of water and corn syrup like me are nothing compared to me! Do you hear me??? Get out of my way!!!

Dress Shop

Talbots has great chairs for the guys to sit in while their wives or girlfriends look for dresses.

Guys are not very communicative with each other in these situations. We grunt and scratch.

I always feel out of place hanging out with men, part of a pack, part of the sit and wait dogpile, because I get the giggles.

I find too many things too funny.

Another guy and me can both be sitting reading the same free magazine, and I'm laughing at all the stupid ads and articles.

Sometimes my mood is too good for my own good. Must be the mega-dosing on St. John's Wort. It makes the numbers on the clock smile at me.

Friday, August 11, 2006


It's hard to be honest with myself about mustard.