Pseudosophy

on a larger scale its all about 2 things endurance which bleeds to durability. Understanding which inherently requires the ability to laugh things off. sometimes really hard. but just like Duh.


You know?



I mean I'm no karl Marx or even Arctander O'Brian- no Anne Landers I'm not even a mom- I have no reasonable basis for philosophy or advise- more like pseudosophy. My credibility stems primarily from the chalk board outside the Pannikin in Leucadia that I read as I lock my bike up to the iron cast wagon post.



shits tough. I mean really- here we all are taken on the world- each from our own little battle stations- personally I have quite a few pilot stations, local branches if you will. where do you go for group study (that you can laugh about TCA= The Citric Acid cycle- uhh not BML I can tell you that much) or computer work or the perfect latte and scone with cinnamin crumples that swirl in the latte foam after you dunk it and leave sweet scone dregs at the bottom of the glass? ANd then there are all the other players- We try to team up with others- my enemy's enemy is my friend kinda deal- I mean there's love and fun involved to...sometimes... but like really- you team up with people cause you need different players with different weapons to win the game you know? like lab partners who suck it up and put on an orange hat and a green duct tape label. Or they have secret weapons, for example we have this one family friend who will chase a lazy waitress with the bill so we can all leave- right? you want to leave but you dont want to be the one that stands up with two little plastic cards half way sandwiched into a little leather portfolio with a little paper recipt flapping out of the other end in your hand. Then you have your resources- bike guy who swaps out your tire because you were practically siblings in high school, computer guys who save your ass with a titanium think pad, car guys who tell you not to drive like my brother!, hook up at the golden spoon to give you that extra swirl of blueberry. I mean really- a friend once said that the world is out to get you and you need someone on your side. maybe. I mean basically I just want to win. I hear if you wash you win!

Basically we got shit to do. and we do it. thats kinda like what life is.

In the words of Winston Churchill- Keep on Buggering on. Durability. Loose some battles. Win the war. Pull an Apolno- take a beating and come back for more.


heheh. pack it up.