I think Dougie Houser had the first blog. Remember him, typing away at the end (or maybe it was the beginning?) of every episode on his little computer? The camera would follow the cursor along the screen, and does anyone ever, ever recall Dougie making a typo? I don't. Is that even how you spell his name? Dougie? Doogie? Dew-ghee. He was pretty smart. I mean, didn't he deliver that baby in the shopping mall when he was nine? and went to med school by 14 or something? remember all of those newspaper clippings shown during the intro? Remember? Look, all I'm saying is...Dougie had a blog. Smart fella. Ergo, my own blog is a testament to some sort intellectual activity? right? Right?

I start breaking ceramics in my head sometimes. Studying for big test to get into grad school. Have re-learned or just learned an entire BritishAmerican tradition in two weeks. Cannot look at every day objects without wondering what that certain slant of light hitting them has to do with imagination...textualization...who's theories are these? and what else did he write? Large porcelain dish hits a cement wall somewhere in the front of my head. No, soup turine. How refreshing would that be to actually hurl a big piece of fragile against a big piece of not fragile? After Saturday it will be over (until another it takes over.)

Until then...a lot of soup turines are gonna die.