Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

I never made the mental connection to Kaos/Control. But now that you've planted the thought in my head, I'm sure to never banish it (sort of like when Joe-maha IM'ed me this week to tell me Bob Denver had died, putting the Gilligan's Island theme song in my head for the rest of the day -- the bastard).

I had the usual last name experience. And the Valentine's Day cards of my early youth were often enough addressed to "Jhon." It wasn't until very early 2000 that Miranda Bongers in Amsterdam decided to call me Johnny -- after being told that my name was not "Sean" as she had been referring to me.

Not more than a month ago, at a meeting at a pre-eminent law firm in NYC, I was introduced as John Mastroianni.

Excellent, I thought. I always wanted to be in a Fellini film. (And have occasionally deluded myself into thinking I was.)