on my way to work i have to go 11.4km (7.1 miles) to get to the highway. in that short distance i get to pass through 39 traffic lights and on the day i counted got stopped at 16…

i agree with the expression haste makes waste but will probably continue to favor haste since overall i think i’m ahead.

if you hated having to listen to the other kids in elementary school fight their way through reading a paragraph or chapter out loud, its even worse when a group of adults attempt the same thing.

from the cover of the march 2003 discover magazine: “the primitive brain senses danger, stirs up fear then anger. the modern, evolved brain battles for control with the primitive brain.” this implies that i’m uber-evolved since i love jumping straight to anger.

i’d say my greatest self-delusion is that i’m agreeable, but i don’t really believe that.

does it make sense for all the cars in a state to go to a place where they will idle in line for thirty to sixty minutes in order to pass an emissions test?

matthew: do you know how to contact any of my friends in case i die?
natalie: i guess i’d ask troy to post it on his web site.

there is a surprising number of narcissistic people who think when they get in front of an audience that the crowd wants to hear all about them. they would be wrong…

congratulations to natalie who celebrated her graduation from residency last night and won the 2002/3 metro health family practice fawz susan award for excellence in pediatric care.

not surprisingly many people flee the harsh winters of cleveland in favor of vacationing somewhere tropical, in the summer they leave seeking oceans, mountains or other natural attractions, so i find myself asking “why does anyone bother to return?”

after following a group of teenagers from the parking lot to the store counter and watching their behavior i started to question why society passed out driver’s licenses to them until the alternative of chauffeuring them around occurred me…

its too bad that most technical advances have a corresponding nostalgic loss. for example, i love my mp3 player but now my children will most likely never get to see long haired freaky people strutting down the streets shouldering ghetto blasters.