Sticky Icky and the Big Bang

So it's sticky and icky out in NYC today, the heat of the summer is fast approaching with the humidity to boot. I'm glad it's Friday though, no complaints on that front, Friday being all the more powerful because it is the Friday before Memorial Day Weekend. Life is looking up at the moment, mostly because I've been in such a low mood that lifting my face off the pavement is a definately optimistic sign. Been thinking a lot about life lately, too much in fact and have come to the conclusion that I don't feel like thinking about it much anymore. Last night hung at Crehans with Keith, Mark and Ken, just drinking a few beers under the cloudy night sky over Astoria Queens. This of course solves none of the mysteries of the great beyond nor give any insight into the epistmological possiblities open to our human minds but it does a body good and the soul, if there is one, too. In the grander scheme of the billions of years of existence, galaxies coming and ceasing to be and more recently the dinosaurs, ice age and fox tv we must content ourselves to being rather insignifigant specks I suppose and to overly anaylze your place in the world is to neglet to analyze your place in the cosmos, hence givening far too much weight to your worries. Here's to being a small speck in the midst of an expanding universe that has been existence for billions of years and is made up of the same matter that I am, seeing as how I'm am part of it, which means that I (my physical elements) have been around for a billion years (13.7 Billion but who's really counting), how cool is that.