Being chased by a rhino may not be your idea of fun, but hearing Benoit tell it, a rhino chase could just be the perfect vacation.
"There's adventure in South Africa," he cheered. That thought stuck in my mind for a while. And now that I have some free time, perhaps an African Safari would be nice.
I just got an interesting fortune.
The old mechanical wizard from San Francisco's Musee Mecanique Museum did a magic trick (changed a little car into a little house under a cup). Then it gave me a little green piece of paper with my fortune on it.
Here's what it says:
Being independent.
That's a virtue to me. I've always valued independence. Self-sufficiency is a trait I strive for.
One shouldn't need a crutch to go through life. And in this crazy world of ours, one can't always count on others to be there for you.
But I suppose you know that already.
I think Life has a sense of humor. It likes to play tragic comedies. Or comedic tragedies. Whichever.
As the leaf settled on the ground, it reflected on its journey.
In the beginning, there was just a seed. The seed fell to the ground and grew into a sturdy sapling.
Rain fell from the sky and fed its hungry veins.
And so it grew.
Every so often, I'll grab a beer, lean back into my couch, and observe the world around me. If I observe long enough, I begin to see patterns. My mind, spiked by the beer, will then formulate complex and perspicacious theories, because, as we all know, beer is known to spurn complex and perspicacious thoughts in people.
I would now like to share some of my beer-inspired complex and perspicacious theories, as an effort to show you how harmful the effects of alcoholism can be.
Are you feeling lucky?
I can't shake it, but I've been feeling lucky lately. Maybe a little too lucky. And that's a bad thing, because there's also this feeling that my luck will run out soon.
With a vengeance. Not a soft, wimpy puff of air. A loud, jarring, and possibly very painful crash.
Ever have one of those life-shaking revelations? Like hearing about how the Monkees never wrote their own songs? Or that Bill Clinton actually had sexual relations with Monica Lewinsky?
It was believed that computers would give people more free time by making mundane tasks more efficient. We would all be lounging around, sipping our martinis, while computers made our lives easier.
That hasn't exactly happened, has it? Instead, we've become slaves to the clock.
I see life as a series of paths before me. Like branches of a tree they stretch out in random directions, each with it's own branch children and grandchildren.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA