Joe Provo's Modulating World-Wide-Weirdness

Sing it to the crazies
Sing it to the ladies
sing it to the aliens an' asteroids

-Cheese On Bread


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Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Women with giant handbags carried over their shoulder with no sense of how much space the are using. On public transit, especially.

Totally Random Catfish Fact Number Nine-Hundred:
He played Greiver in MW Repertory Theatre's version of Blue Window (1990).

"That which does not kill me makes me stranger."
- Joe Provo

Go check out info I've found interesting in various RSS feeds.

Want more spew? If you need to calm down, read some haiku.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

One windy evening, a disciple met a sage by the road.
Said the student to the master: "How do I make true awareness?"
The master struck the student three times with his hand.
With that, the student became Enlightened.

Cheers,
joe