The displacement of hatred through the views of Sigmund Freud in reference to the Mechanism of Repression.

What happens if you slowly fill a glass container with water, seal the top, and just keep the flow going?

Eggs Benedict

Wow. A first of something could be the last of another.

So it's 10 am here. Where ever I am. I was roused by a bad dream about aswangs and giant trolls with one eye. I got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and snapped back into reality.

I felt hungry.

There is this one bar close by where I like to go for brunch now and then. I customary order eggs Benedict with a 9-ounce steak, and for free drinks (the prix fixe menu includes two drinks) I usually go with red wine. Almost without exception, when the waitress comes back to inquire about my second drinks selection, she asks, "One more of the same?" And I reply, "Yes please, one more of the same." I find this exchange of phrases quite philosophical. And I get one more of the same and it's almost as good as the first one.