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Random thoughts of the day:

First, to all my old Santa Cruz peeps: Remember Chi Pants? Company created by Laury Ostrow, who calls himself an American Transcendentalist. Chi pants had an extra piece of cloth sewn into the crotch, a gusset that added extra comfort "down there". Oh, and the best part is, you could get a tiny crystal sewn into crotch of the pants. I think the market blurb went something like "you won't feel the crystal, but you will feel it's power as you wear the pants throughout the day..."

And yes, I actually owned a pair of Chi Pants and YES they were PINK. Yup. I owned a pink pair of pants at one time. Feel free to make snarky comments now, my facebook friends...

Back to transcendentalism. I have no idea what that hell that is but wikipedia says:

"Transcendentalism was a group of new ideas in literature, religion, culture, and philosophy that emerged in New England in the early to middle 19th century. It is sometimes called American transcendentalism to distinguish it from other uses of the word transcendental."

Transcendentalism began as a protest against the general state of culture and society, and in particular, the state of intellectualism at Harvard and the doctrine of the Unitarian church taught at Harvard Divinity School. Among transcendentalists' core beliefs was an ideal spiritual state that 'transcends' the physical and empirical and is only realized through the individual's intuition, rather than through the doctrines of established religions.

Prominent transcendentalists included Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Orestes Brownson, William Henry Channing, James Freeman Clarke, Christopher Pearse Cranch, Convers Francis, Margaret Fuller, Frederick Henry Hedge, Sylvester Judd, Elizabeth Peabody, George Ripley, Bronson Alcott, and Jones Very.

Dunno, sounds very hippie and awesome. Pass the bong, please.

Hey, cupcakes! Today, I was at Bristol Farms and noticed their $3 cupcakes. $3 ?!? Yeah that's a lot, but you know what? I've HAD their cupcakes before and they are frickin' AWESOME! How do you put a price on an experience, a memory that you'll carry with you for the rest of your life? A memory you can always draw upon when things get down, something to regress to, to perk you up when the MAN is keeping you down? Three bucks doesn't seem like so much now, does it. That is one mother fucking good cupcake.

And now, Birkenstocks. Oh yeah, never owned a pair, but oh so deliciously hippie. I know what I'm getting Austin and Rob for Christmas now.