My name is John Stewart and I'm a canny gunman. [into:] I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather. [into:] I feel fine, don't wake me up yet. [into:] I thought I was smart, thought I was right.

ipod magic.

In high school, I used to sneak into class early and write lyrics to my favorite songs on the classroom chalkboard.

Greg! You know when you told me you were unwrapping that new B&S album and I was all cool and like "yeah, that albums a good effort... excellent pastiche blah blah blah..." Sorry. I meant to say, "fuck yeah! I can't wait to listen to it at your house with you and your new daughter!" I've got a good feeling like it's gonna be soon. Maybe right now as I'm typing this, an email is coming my way... I'll be right back. nope. Anyways, I was listening to I'm a cuckoo and thought about that. I really hate it when I get cool. I'd rather be warm. You probably don't even remember this do you?

Train observation #429: I'm like the repo man. I do my best thinking on the bus. Or train. So tonight, lemme set the scene here: I'm riding back home and standing on a crowded train. Listening to old Ministry 12" singles. You know, "Everyday is Halloween". These other milk bottles (my pet gaijin name) get on with their Japanese... dates? (I've got issues here that I won't get into.) And suddenly I feel this fear. I couldn't understand what was transpiring between these four people (music turned up), couldn't understand their language, but their actions were so different than everyone elses'. I felt anything could happen. It felt volatile. What were these people talking about? Why is she crouching there? Why is he standing over her? What will they do? I felt eyes. On them, me. I felt I would be blamed if something transpired (should I do something? Ignore?). Like watching a barfight about to start. It was a strong set of emotions.

Of course nothing happened. Of course it was just some college kids. I mean I knew that the whole time. But those emotions... they weren't mine. I mean I wouldn't have felt them on my own. They crept in from without. It was a really strange sensation, like I was feeling with someone else's hands. Was I projecting? I dunno. Gave me the heebie jeebies though.

Hey, here's some other psychic phenomenon (do doo de do do) stuff: I want to know, does anybody else out there answer their ketai/cell phone just before it rings? I thought just me, but Matt said he does too. I have only two working theories to explain this: 1. I'm always checking my ketai and so it's merely probability (impossible to test due to Schroedinger's cat thing), and/or 2. People are so sensitive to EMFs (or they are so disruptive) that we can feel them pass through us. Input?