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SYNCHRONICITY

Look it up.

I have a friend who is all about this.

Any coincidence, any agreement between people who had been at odds, any anything that comes out the same at the same time is synchronous. Well, yeah. And not only that it has some cosmic significance. The ether. It is not religious though. It is like aligned planets or something.

It is like my cereal. All the brands that I eat, 6 in total, have run out this last week. Synchronicity.

If you think about it, this is beyond the odds. There are six brands, seven days. The boxes are of different weight. I measure the cereal out but I do it by volume not by weight as the boxes are measured. A few boxes are big a few more are small. And here, for the first time that i remember, they all run out at the same time.

Let me give you another example. When Booker and I walk every once in awhile, three dogs arrive at the same place at the same time.

Another, three guys want to use the same machine in the gym at the same time.

What does this mean?

My friend could tell you.

I have the answer to the last one, the one in the gym. What happened recently is that two of the three guys got into a fight and one was arrested. At the gym. Healthy bodies, healthy minds.

Of course, it also might mean that someone is using steroids. I wasn't there. Couldn't see the tell tale vascularity and frown lines. Crazy eyes.

I am writing about this, actually, because I have mostly only been writing about movies lately which most people may not give a shit about. First that it is just about the films I am seeing and not about me and mine.

But nothing else much is happening.

I am sick of politics although this morning, at the gym, one of my best political allies came back after a long leave of absence. We can catch up and then, perhaps, stimulated, I will be at it again.

While I am on politics, I think that Romney was forced to say he only paid 15% taxes from the debate last night. He had an awful, weaselly lame reaction lasts night. Like he has never even thought about it. That it would come up.

Today he had to heal the self inflicted wound.

It is amazing to me that with all the smart back room people at his disposal they evidently have not had a plan how to handle this.

Synchronicity.

The forces of nature converged and Mitt had to do something he was not really ready for.

He finally gets to be the primary winner, almost, and the campaign that did it for him also got his ass on the tax returns. Not the Demos.

I hope that they continue to be lame about this and many other things as time proceeds.

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