madness in my house in the middle of my street

dear friends,

today has made me think that down is not up, up is not down and that perhaps the world has lost its centre. that is perhaps a wee bit dramatic... however a couple of things today have left me feeling the same way i feel after a) watching david lynch movies or b) trying to figure out when six feet under starts on showcase [in addition to starting sometimes at quarter after and sometimes at twenty after they air two identical episodes in a row and it is impossible to tell whether you are catching beginning, middle or end... and it changes weekly]. i like linearity [even if it is a figment of my statistical imagination because it happens so rarely in social science] and conistency. i like patterns, predictability and am genuinely freaked by the following:

- first, today i actually understood what regressing to the mean means. in fact, i was even able to apply it in conversation. [aside: sorry, to the optimuscriminals for implying that little lindra might end up with a red swingline stapler if both her parents get ph ds... but i was struggling to think of a reason why luke shouldn't get a ph d. and furthermore my thoughts on this certainly are not a case of misery loves company]

- and second, i downloaded this r and b version of the darkness' "a thing called love" from copy right? and it has made me slow down all of the darkness songs in my head and speed up all the r and b songs i know to darkness speed.

i tell you it is the path to madness.
cam