Here we go. Advertising. Well, advertising pending approval. I feel as though I'm waiting for someone to decide whether I'm a Mad Man or not. Most assuredly not I would think, but it is fun to wonder what kind of ads would actually turn up on this blog. What sort of thing could my words possibly sell? Being broke? How to be a poor money manager? How to tow ridiculous amounts of stuff on a bicycle? I cannot wait to find out.

Well now I don't know what i wanna talk about. Earlier I was gonna tell this story about a little Israeli cafe I used to eat at in Vancouver, but now the moment has passed. I get a lot of moments like that, where suddenly I hear the story being played out in my head and think" oh I should write that down." But then the moment passes and when I do eventually get to the keyboard I start meandering along wondering what the hell it is I'm talking about. I guess it's in the present moment but, Jesus, what's the point? Speaking of which I found this great album at the local free store the other day, a Harry Nilsson album called the point. It's the soundtrack for an animated feature I saw on tv as a kid. It's about this round headed kid who lives in a village full of people with pointy heads. Needless to say He doesn't fit in. He eventually heads off into the pointed forest to find a point, or at least that's how I remember it. Hey, this is a WIKIPEDIA MOMENT! So I looked it up and it's been a movie, an album and a musical. I'd love to do the musical, It'd be trippy.

I was thinking about conversation again today. This podcast I was listening to was about information, and the storing of knowledge. In it he started talking about how no one person's knowledge is superior to the accumulated knowledge in a conversation, or words to that effect. It got me thinking about all the unsaid things that go on when people gather, the contributions that don't get made cause we're too shy, or were in a zone of thinking things are boring and keep them that way out of habit. I remember this story I heard one time where they took two groups of people and gave them one of those lists of things you might need on a desert Island, and asked them to prioritize the list. One group was assigned a leader, while the other group was asked to reach a consensus. The group with a leader finished much quicker, but in the end the leaderless ones had more correct answers. It seems that people in the led group hesitated to contribute their knowledge, deferring to the leader's "expertise". In the other group people were more inclined to put their two cents in. I'm not sure what that all means in the scheme of things, but it does make me wonder what gets missed when people are sitting around censoring their own conversation for one reason or another. Kinda like school, where only one or two people seem to answer all the questions. Nobody wants to appear stupid I guess. Good luck with that.

So it's Sunday, what used to be called in some places 'The Lord's Day' and maybe still is for all I know. It definitely feels different from the other days, quieter somehow, more contemplative. This is my first time blogging and truthfully I'm not even sure why I started. I signed up last night when I'd had a few beers, but I must have had more impetus than that I guess 'cause here I am the next day, rambling. It's Sunday afternoon but feels like Sunday morning 'cause we had pancake brunch followed by a nap. There's cleaning to do and maybe I'm seducing Fido slightly but, I don't know, there's a lot going on in the world of big and small and maybe I just need to BLAH a bit. Yesterday I was having my morning coffee at the local hangout and wondering as usual what it is exactly I go there for. It's the social hit, sure, but it's not always satisfying, and I don't know why. I guess 'cause we don't necessarily talk about anything, and the silences aren't easy but empty. It feels like people have alot to say, but when it comes to it there's no starting point, no way to dig a little deeper. So we sit and discuss the weather, which is okay sometimes, or thigs we did once, also okay, but not very often where we are. It's like we're almost with each other but not quite. Maybe it's just me.