Monday, February 23, 2009

I love the smell of inert gas in the morning.


Mark Twain pointed out that "A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way."

I would like to add that a man who has an airbag deployed in his face smells something he can smell no other way.

Whatever preconception the phrase "inert gas" used to conjure up in my mind, I now realize inert is a relative term and in no way relates to scent.

On the bright side, the Dodge Behemoth bestowed upon me by Enterprise Rent-A-Tank still has that "new monster truck smell," an aromatic delicacy Audrey and I can expect to enjoy for the next two months as the kinks and dents and wobbles are worked out of our poor little Prius.

To all of you information gatherers out there who have been on the fence about whether to invest in a Hybrid Electric Vehicle, let this be a lesson to you. We paid $13,000 for our used Toyota Prius four years ago. After my accident last week, the Geiko insurance adjuster informed us the damage came to $9,400, a number that did not require totaling the car since it is not even 70% of the car's estimated current market value of $13,400.

The Prius is worth $400 more today than it was worth four years ago. A rarity in the automotive world, to say the least. Considering our $500 deductible, we're still down $100, but who's counting?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Underground Music

The streets sing to me. Pigeons sirens horns little children freestyle but its the cable car that somehow steals the show. The same predictable riff. Ding ding ding. Man, but it gives me chills. Makes me realize exactly where I am.



I go underground and the underground whines, "What are you doing here?

Don't you belong in the sun or under the stars or whatever?

Well as long as you're here, I might as well play you a song."