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May 15, 2009 // Posted in !Create, Art, Uncategorized (Tags: , , , , , ) |  No Comments

** Funny incident edited for internet privacy**
This drunken vagabond slurred his way across Hayes Street into a watering hole with the intent of replenishing himself, but incurred the wrath of the in-keeper. Popeye reeked of failed glories and swaddled laughting-lionup to the bar, or so he thought. More like a zig-zag from the front door, to a video game, back to the front door, ATM machine then finally a stool. It was quite amusing to the patrons. A defiant “GET OUT” erupted from the in-keeper’s lips. In a dramatic departure from the normal dismissive, the in-keeper came from behind the bar to secure the parameter. He feverishly spraying everywhere Popeye had been with this mysterious spray can. The bar, stools, video game, ATM machine…open air! His efforts drew admiration. I felt clean and swine-flu free from watching. I demanded to know what was being used. Demanded. Lysol? Febreze? … AQUA NET HAIR SPRAY!! It became a googolplex moment of laughter.


First you need to know about a googol: the digit 1 followed by one hundred zeros (in decimal representation). The term was coined in 1938[1] by Milton Sirotta (1929–1980), nephew of American mathematician Edward Kasner. Kasner popularized the concept in his book Mathematics and the Imagination (1940).

Googolplex is the number 10 followed by a googol.
There isn’t enough space in the universe for all those zeros. I equate it to creative inspiration. That one brief moment when human aspiration conjuncts with totality; delirious wonderment erodes barriers of duality and enlightenment step forth…YES! And the dance of the ancients begin. Amen. Hallelujah(הללויה). OMM!
The side effects are de-li-cious. A well trusted kitchen staple is my new BF for wire pieces. I was contemplating ideas regarding some labor issues and by chance my eye happened to affix on the container. BAM! The rouge idea electrified my senses. I became light headed and flushed. Maniacal laughter filled the air and my blessing turned into action. I set a record for the longest time spent on a wire piece in one sitting: 7 hours. I tore into it like a Christmas ham. Usually, I cut wire off the spool. This time I attached it to the piece and carried on. 100 yards later the green was gone. “It not done”, I brayed. I rustled up some purple and began anew. My thoughts became mercurial as I bore through obstacles peppering my progress. As my hair was my witness, I was not to be denied!