Don't be so seagullible.

For about the past month and a half, whenever I chance to look upon a digital time piece (with flitting timely concerns), it almost unfailingly reads- 1:23.
What the hell is that about? I've yet to feel so consciously preoccupied by this phenomenon as to take my quandary and embafflement to the ever-gaping, virtual chasm of information we call the Internet. Or even a book store. Would Numerological theory assist me? I suspect it must.
Speaking of books: Damn, the Harry Potter series is engaging. I've made it to the middle of the fourth one, and crave still more. I must admit I was initially quite skeptical of the quality of the stories, given their commercial success (and the fact that The Masses so frequently choose to embrace formulaic cheapness). Alas, (I could have considered the world-wide interest instead of being so damn nationalistic.) I, too, feel somewhat attached now.
I've also begun reading Renoir's biography, written by his son oh-so-many years ago and apparently quite a while following his father's death. Did you know that Renoir judged people based on their hands? Not such a bad point for observation. "Look at his hands!" Renoir would exclaim to his son, "He's a scoundrel!"

Also, read about censorship at the Oscars: http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/AA763FF7-03FC-40F4-AD8C-53A449F3CE5C.htm