May I ask one question to those who may aimlessly wander upon this site? Under what definition can modern art claim to be art? Van Gogh, Monet, Rembrandt, and company all possessed the ability to illustrate a common scene with incredible technique. Close inspection of each masterpiece reveals hundreds of precise brush strokes delivering the intended artistic impression. The amount of drugs necessary to bring a human to place a single color on a canvas and call it art is unfathomable. One example of my recent trip to the Philly Art museum was a porcelain sink with two legs (looked like doll legs) coming out of the wall so they dangled over the sink. First, I could create that if I was hit in the head hard enough. I define art as something I can not do. I can see the same picture Van Gogh may have seen but there is no way I will ever be able to reproduce his work. Jackson Pollack's splatter paintings are a prime example of my point. A monkey could create the exact same picture probably in less time and you would only have to feed it bananas. Secondly, why? Don’t give me that crap of why not? Modern Art is a waste of perfectly good canvas, paint, time, and space. I am trying to discover why this crap bothers me so much and I think I have found the source. Why didn’t I think of it first? I could easily manufacture this "art" and people will spend hundreds of dollars buying junk. My career could have been so simple rather then climbing my way up the corporate ladder.

I have lost all motivation to eat healthy and I blame the media. Ten minutes of the news and you are under the impression that the average person is not going to live past 30. Hurricanes, earthquakes, wars, bird flu, global warming, and the list keep going on. Each new day brings another phenomenon which could possibly be my down fall. So all I have to say is bring on the big macs and onion rings because, damn it, I will enjoy the last few years I have to live before some retard decides to make out with a bird and spread the bird flu to millions of people. Why suffer through another salad when the pollution from my car will heat the earth up to the point that all life shrivels up. Ignorance is bliss especially when it concerns the means of my death. I would rather one day get hit by a car knowing that I enjoyed every moment of life rather then worry about what might kill me next. So in the words of monty python...."always look on the bright side of life".

In the depths of the mind the most profound and senseless thoughts lie in wait. They bid their time for that precise moment to strike. Devoid of hungry or weakness, the only necessity is a quite moment lacking the chaos of normal life. In a flash, the thought is upon you rendering your mind senseless to halt the forthcoming consequences. The classic example is the student diligently reading Hamlet in the part of the library few humans have ventured into and lived to tell their tale. An imagined noise breaks the once concrete concentration aloning the deeply buried thought to strike. In a flash, the once example student is considering the ramifications of possessing the ability of flight (the english major vows to rid the world of crime while the engineer ponders the velocity necessary to overcome the drag coefficent and the effect of gravity). Hope of returning to the great piece of literature vanishes with the onslaught of new ideas and thoughts. A thought is like an attractive women....never alone. The single thought brings with it all its friends and all you can say is where the hell did that come from?