as a much younger woman, the first “trend” i recall noticing in my emerging sexuality was a weakness for clever men. while all my girlfriends drooled over duran duran and boy george, i was consumed with bone melting lust over shakespeare and neitzsche. as all the other teenagers’ clung in sticky, slobbery, sweaty clinches at weekend discos, i was locked in my bedroom, reading glasses perched on my 14yo nose, caressing the leather bindings of library books and dreaming of the men that wr...

damn, this modern world is busy . loud . bright . it seems purpose built for people who require constant aural and visual distractions (assaults ?). it seems the more insular people themselves become, the more aggressive the garish, busy world becomes. nobody has any free mental space anymore. everywhere you go, your mind and ears and eyes and stomach and lungs are filled with the worlds' hurried madness. philosophy used to be an occupation . the value of thinking cannot be change...

i have the strength of sixty men, i'm over ten feet tall i'm footed, though i never move, it's said that i can fall in grand ballrooms i can be seen holding up affairs and i can bring the house down if i crack up near the stairs ... what am i ? if you know the solution to this riddle, please make me very happy by posting it ... but if you do post the answer, you must post the next riddle to be guessed by the next successful person, and so on. or so i hope . cour...