Found Magazine is rather intriguing and novel. “[They] collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids’ homework, to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles — anything that gives a glimpse into someone else’s life. Anything goes…” Some of the found notes are really hilarious and psychotic. I especially like this one, sent in by Hutch Michaels.

“this note was posted in the basement laundry room of my apartment building. i wanted badly to take it but was afraid that whoever it was meant for might not see it and wouldn’t know to return the detergent. then i’d be partially responsible for whatever happened when the note’s author decided to push back. accessory to murder, you know? well, after a month, i gave in and swiped it.”

If You Took My Detergent I’m Sure It Was A Mistake So I’m Not Mad Yet But Your Pushing Me And I Push Back So It Better Be Back F-ing Soon

I just came across an old link I had to a concise site (complete with pictures) suggesting that there is a conspiracy regarding the Boeing that crashed into the Pentagon on September 11th. I’m no scientist, but it raises some pretty interesting questions…

My father is forty-six today. I remember when he turned thirty. Scary.

Capitol One sent me a pre-approved application for a “Christian Faith” MasterCard. The immediate reaction — besides snickering — is wondering how in the world they know I’m a Christian. Is it in my credit report or something?

The Associated Press reports that Joe Strummer has died. Unbelievable and disheartening. Beatles, Ramones, and Clashes are dropping all over the place. What’s left?