John Hiatt Isn't Always Right

The idea of letting loose the imagination, while sounding like a bit of a challenge, perfectly blends the composite parts of the mind at work. One half struggling to shake and rattle the chains which hold it fast in the face of comprehension and logic, the other wondering ,"What if? Sounds like a good time to me." So here goes. No forethought, no planning and certainly no time to stop and correct the spelling.

I went looking for an explanation of the word Jackanape after writing yesterday's quote from my friend C.G. and the answer was a disappointment for me. Such a wonderful word has its origins (Sorry, I have to step in here and cut this a little shorter-ed.) had a pet monkey on it and anonymous animals, man included, often get saddled with the name Jack. Add that most apes being imported to England through Naples and (Shorter!-ed.) I guess it seems likely that if you throw all three references into a pot, the coat of arms, the word Jack for anybody, and Naples Apes you might get Jack Napes or Jackanape. See what I mean? Not very satisfying.

(Two paragraphs deleted by the sure hand of my internal censor-ed.), which fell into the toilet and couldn't be retrieved. Socrates would have laughed his ass off.

That being said, the evolution of the dipstick has been thwarted by car manufacturers for reasons not entirely clear to the general public. If I spend thirty thousand dollars on a car I'm not going to put up with the dipstick breaking off in it's chamber. Check out the website, it's true. I never would have thought of using a magnet. (No one cares-ed.)

In the world of microbiotics, a recent study has shown that cells respond to external stimulus not the other way around. For example if you are experiencing anxiety, your body responds by flooding your system with norepinephrine. Similar to a state of arousal, this conditions is reflected in the actions taken by the cell afterwards. (More boring crap edited out-ed.) means is that your state of mind can influence your cellular behavior. In other words if you are not an anxiety ridden person your cells behave in a way that reflects no anxiety.

(La, la, la-ed.) which inevitably leads us into the cult of personality and hero-worship. Who is your hero and why? From a cultural point of view we have a couple of brands to choose from. The hero who represents our greatest achievements and then there are those who represent our great failures. (God I can on for hours about nothing eh?-ed.) heroes in the sense that we remember them, if not always in a good light. I've talked about Icarus before, the idiot child who tried to escape his bonds (This one again?-ed.) but forgot about the wax holding his wings together when he decided to fly to the sun. The moral is that you'd better not be coveting God's chair. Covet is what we do, though.

(Is it over? Thank the gods.-ed.)