Monday, March 27, 2006
Spent some time on Saturday at the National Museum of the American Indian. I'd forgotten my childhood fascination with the Raven. The trickster. The friend of Poe. The smartest damn bird alive. Dude's are killer smart. And a little creepy. But they can fly. Which is cool.
Other Thoughts This Weekend
You can't change minds until you've made up your own. Don't you get the feeling the person preaching to you about a faith or a new product isn't actually sure about it themselves?
Also, just a thought. But liberals need to stop being so secular. Get rid of Cindy Sheehan as the poster child for the anti-war movement. Instead, lets use a triptych of Vishnu, Jesus and the Dalai Lama. Stop the war cause otherwise you will be eternally damned to play a game of Texas Hold’em with these guys. And they will kick your butt.
My friend Jordan threw a Big Lebowski costume party on Saturday night. It was fantastic. A great excuse to hang out with a bunch of guys, drink beer and act goofy. I guess that's a lot like going to the bars. Just the lighting wasn't so dark and the majority of the guys were straight.