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went out and got a bunch of workout gear... an ab-roller, one-a them wheel thingies with the handles, a set of 20-lb dumbells (the store only had 1 25lb left, grr), and various stretch cords. just got done with a half-hour of varied... well, stunts, really. hey, i'm just starting out. going back to top off with another 30-40 minutes in a little bit.

Over the Rhine is playing at Canal Street Tavern on fri and sat... unsure which one i'll be going to, since my pal Tony's got his daughter this weekend and he said he wanted to go. (omg, i missed The Bears??! fuck.)

got some swank new used movies recently: Waking Life, Hedwig & The Angry Inch, American Pop, Birdy, American Movie, Amelie, The Salton Sea.

Cosmic Scientific American

just got the latest ish of Scientific American. this may be the best fucking issue of any magazine ever, but i wouldn't know it. i can't even bring myself to read it, it's so goddamn killer. hell, it may be a month before i can even muster up the nerve to pry open its pages to peek inside at the marvels and mysteries therein. woo-ha indeed!

makes sense, don'it?

thanks to tyrsalvia for pointing this one out:

"When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on -- series polygamy -- until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure in every relationship we enter."

Tom Robbins, by way of anthologie, etc.