Jennifer

I want to share with Bob the poignant story about how I was once walking down Haight street, and, within the span of one hour, heard his name mentioned THREE times.

I found this to be very spooky, but then maybe Bob Saget is big with the hippie crowd.

So I can wrangle back the part of my brain that was killed watching her act in The Godfather Part III. Say all you want about how great you think she is, I would rather punch myself in the throat than ever watch her act again.

To slip by him and slug his smirky little wife.

He lived in the same condominium in Crystal City, VA as my mother.

I actually just shared pleasantries with him in the elevator, but I recall he and someone who looked to be some sort of body guard both got very nervous when I started rummaging around in my backpack. I think he usually used the elevator override to avoid being in the elevator with other people, and forgot this one time, as he looked rather surprised when the elevator doors opened to pick me up.

The eyebrows.

The Tractatus was one of the most mindbending yet poetic pieces of philosophy I have ever read. I fell into a Philosophy class as a graduate student studying the development of Modernism. Wittgenstein gave me a whole new outlook on Modernism, and the foundations of modernist thought, and for that I am most thankful.

Because he is so very proud of his poop.