Passion rises up from the ashes . . . when the world ends.

I've thought about maturity, immaturity, naivety, ignorance, etc. in great detail lately.
And by lately, I mean for the last four months it's been a constant thought on my back-burner.

What is the definition of maturity? Naivety? I wonder.

We all pass judgment on others based on our own expectations of maturity, knowledge, etc.

I have quite a different view of old friends, or the college years, than I did a year ago.

I like the phrase: 'hindsight is 20/20'
I feel that many friends of mine have quite personally learned the meaning of that saying this year.
Not excluding myself, of course.

I love who I am growing up to be.
Seriously.
It makes me feel fearless, uninhibited and wise.

god help those who still have so much to learn.
Not excluding myself, of course.

;) night.

add to iCal 3/28 AM: people watching with Tim question mark

I'm just joshin'. I don't have an iPhone . . . yet.

Instead I wrote that title in my good old-fashioned Peter Pauper Press Engagement Calendar. Petah Pipah . . . 

So, let's talk about Murphy's Law, shall we.

WikiPedia defines Murphy's Law as: an adage in Western culture that broadly states: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."

Being the cynic that I sometimes am, I totally believe in this. For example, yesterday: I get out of my first job on time and miraculously get home with lots (read: 15 minutes) of time to spare before I have to leave for my second job. Somehow I get distracted (no.way.) with this week's TONY Self-Help issue and defrosting a piece of bread (tricky), and next thing you know I'm leaving 5 minutes later than planned. So, of course the train was delayed. And of course the crosstown bus was MIA. And naturally, it was raining. And of course I had to run because I was late. In the rain. And OF COURSE I forget the museum was on 81st, not 78th (wtf?). And of course I saw a girl with sparkly gold sequined pants on the street that obviously distracted me and took up 2 more minutes of my time. But, the best part -that I am getting to- is that OF COURSE, after all that, the captain who I previously made a terrible impression upon just a mere week or two ago, was there, at the museum, checking people in. I half laughed, half shit myself. It was delightful.

And in recent news, buying that pineapple from WestSide Market might have been the best decision I've made in March (say that in a newscaster voice out loud, it's fun).

Remember when life was easy . . . in elementary school? When I lived in a world of teachers handing out assignments like 'write two haikus and think of two clever names like 'Ted E. Bear' for homework." Wait, I don't think that ever happened. And if it did, it was definitely 5th grade literature class. Either way, life was easy back then . . . especially in the summer when I used to get up at 6:00 a.m. with three things on my agenda:

(1) climb a new tree in my backyard and possibly the maple in the front yard

(2) eat a salami and provolone sandwich on white (ah, youth)

(3) try again to start a fire in my 'forest fort' utilizing just two sticks since I wasn't allowed to play with matches

Sidenote: Did you know, because of that rule, I didn't learn how to light a match until approximately my college years? I wish I was kidding . . . 

These days, my agenda is much more mature and intense:

For example, my plans for today are the following:

1. throw up (or eat more than a banana for breakfast to elevate blood sugar level)

2. work on perfecting this rap from ITH: "Hold up, wait a minute, Usnavi's leaving us for the Dominic Republic, and Benny went and stole the girl I was in love with . . . she was my baby sitter- first!"

3. learn how to say 'bullshit' in Yugoslavian . . . . complimentary lesson from the housekeepers.

4. get $10 upper back/neck massage at Indian salon on UES.

5. drink chocolate-flavored tea (ah, maturity)

I am very satisfied with my humor (humour?) in this entry.

So with that, I take leave from you. (you keep cage clean, I . . . enough with the N2N reference already)

with love and coffee jitters,

daddy.