First Post/Surreal Morning

Being a pretty materialistic guy, I don't tend to ascribe deeper meanings to the stuff happening around me. This morning though, was an exception. In the space of about ten minutes, I had five or so closely-spaced incidents that hinted, in some intuitive way, at a collision or crash in my future. I was narrowly dodging bicyclists, seemingly blind pedestrians, and randomly opening doors. Oddest of all, I caught a glimpse of my own reflection in a window just as it passed "behind" one of the supporting columns between glass panes, creating the momentary and irrational (but no less striking) illusion of my unwitting face hurtling headlong into a large steel pole.

Was the universe trying to tell me something? I doubt it. Had I immediately gotten into my car and sped home, my chances of dying on the freeway were probably just as high as they ever were. Still, as I continued with the morning, the unwelcome and uncommon feeling of an omen loomed over my every move.

The whole experience was pretty out of the ordinary, even though nothing that unusual happened this morning. Where do the feelings of reality/surreality originate from? Maybe it's all the astronomy stuff that I've been thinking about lately but the very idea that we can find anything "commonplace" at all is pretty damned amazing. After all, it's not like the universe or 'real life' were specifically built to be comprehendable by some outside force. I don't know. Maybe I'm thinking about this too much.

Reading the last quasi-paragraph, I ask myself: why a blog again? (I also ask: Why call it a blog? That's a stupid word.) Well, to answer these questions that no one's asking, I guess I've outgrown a Xanga, and don't want a journal totally dependent on Myspace. I really do enjoy writing, and putting things down in words always helps me think about them a bit more clearly. Maybe dealing with the events of the day consciously here can make up for not dealing with them while asleep. It's worth a shot.

Expect this kind of stream-of-consciousness rambling, and probably a lot of boring-ass fuss about music. Don't expect a trite photo-blog, or better yet, those fucking online quizzes that tell you what kind of muffin you'd be or the character from Silver Spoons that you resemble the most.

Here goes nothing again...