Life is like Kriyas haTorah - practice with all the punctuation, vowels, trop - but when you get to showtime they all disappear leaving you with a blank canvas.

I'm writing this because I'm mad as heck. Because I'm a mad heckler. Because I'm a mad Hacker. Because I have nowhere to sit, no space, crowded and getting more crowded like an internet cafe in my bedroom and the average age is ten who wants to be in an internet cafe with a bunch of ten year olds who wants to be in an internet cafe I need to go to sleep it's late I'm writing this because my friend Alex who is the only one who is going to read this anyway claims that a blog is incentive to write and that I need incentive to write though my wife feels that a blog is self aggrandizement she agrees that it is also incentive to write to keep the writing fresh like fresh meat I nearly barfed this morning riding my bike some thirty kilometers per hour when I saw the magpies pecking at the freshly killed kitten and I am not usually queasy at all give me a front row seat at a bris but this really grossed me out like I did not want to take the road kill wrap it in tinfoil and bake it on the engine of my car for several reasons and mainly because I was on a bike.