at the time of writing this, our blog has 12 rules and it is raining inside my heart because i am so sad about all the penile aggression in this mad, mad world of ours. if only we could live in a garden full of flowers where everyone encourages one another in a nice tone. but, oh well, that is not yet possible i see. the spirit of cooperation has not spread beyond a few, rare doorsteps. and so i will soldier on in this ill-defined experiment we call life and not be beaten down by the barrage of phallic imagery but rather embrace it as a message of constancy and diversity, ever-expanding our vision into what may one day truly become... a conversation.