Random observations

People in cars look better that they do in their living rooms. This is because they are moving and you can only see their heads, which are obscured by distance and tinting so that your imagination, ever hopeful and flattering, veers to the attractive.

Why do so many people believe in “soul mates”? Think about it: if indeed there were only one person alive in the world (theoretically) that is your perfect soul mate what are the odds that you could ever meet this person. There are about 6 billion people on earth. So what are the odds? They are much worse than meeting a serial killer – there are more than one out of 6 billion; yet how many of us stay awake at night worrying about meeting that person. You can go online -(I won't give you the website, because it's spam generatoing) and this “soulmatecalculator” will textmessage you the name of your soulmate. They even have some kind of bogus mathematical justification: Gender Preference Probability xEthnicity Probability xMarital Status Probability xReligion Probability xProbability of Trait 1 xProbability of Trait 2, etc… Big Frank Dickinson's soul mate is named Alexandra (he kids you not) - this is particularly distrubing in view of the Leonard Cohen song below "Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving/ Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost." - what is that? .

Physicists claim that if we can remember the past then there is no good reason why we can’t see the future as well. I don’t get this, but am uncertain whether I would want to see into the future – it’s like knowing what the score at the end of the game is. We all know how upset we get when someone tells us that before the game is over. Most people wouldn’t watch that game. Well, think how upset we’d all be if we knew what our life score was before it was over – would you then not want to watch THAT game?

Carlos Castaneda in The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge claims that Don Juan the Yaqui medicine man told him that if he could visualize his hand in his dream that he could then control the dream completely. Big Frank has been trying to do this for years – no luck at all. Maybe he should try looking at his foot, or elbow.