What we DO counts.

I'm starting to second guess my move home. It's not a Muscatine vs. Minneapolis thing. It's not about working from home. It's not about my dad. I love my dad. I'll tell you why: He lined the birdcage with Blogojevich newspaper pictures and didn't say a thing about it. Not because he forgot or didn't want me to notice. He did it because he believes that the bird shitting on an image of his face actually has cosmic repercussions. Now, anyone that knows Gary, and Gary himself, would cry ultimate "bullshit" to that statement. I like to think that it's his intrinsically instilled commitment to the knowledge of empiricism; that all actions, no matter how small have some kind of consequence in the universe.