Interesting that the high-jacked car in Boston had one of those Coexist bumper stickers on the back. Those stickers are quaint in a sort of poorly thought out way. If you think them through, they make no sense, as some of those philosophies represented on the sticker are diametrically opposed to each other. Diametric, as in oil and water. Up and down. Dennis Rodman and Genghis Khan.
Speaking of Genghis Khan, I have to admit that, even though I’m not a fan of television programming in general, there’s something fascinating and endearing about The Voice. The idea of blindly choosing a singer based solely on the sound of their voice, sans appearance in this appearance-driven world, is refreshing. Plus, the Blake Shelton-Adam Levine axis can be amusing. Shakira and Usher look simultaneously bemused, confused and/or amused in between them, but they seem to be surviving the experience admirably. My money’s on the duo of those two geologist-folkster-geeks or the girl who used to sing backup for Michael Jackson.
Fury Clock update: interior formatting is 99% complete. Publish next week? Hopefully. The world will never be the same again. Though, whether this is due to me or Kim Jong Un remains to be seen.