I love coincidences. To me, a really good coincidence can brighten up my whole week. These are very rare. The more mundane coincidences, however, produce a brief rush -- they're the crack cocaine of weirdo excitement.

The telephone is always a great source of coincidences. Most people have experienced the phenomenon where you pick up the phone to call someone, only to find them already magically on the line. A couple of times I have received wrong-number phone calls from people I vaguely know or know of. Once I got one from my old guidance counselor. Yesterday, former mayoral candidate Charlie Bell called here looking for someone named Nicole.

A lot of times at work, I will be thinking about something, only to suddenly see a reference to it on a piece of mail. For example, maybe I'll be fantasizing about robots taking over the earth, and suddenly there's a Popular Mechanics magazine and ... oh, jezus my job is boring.

I've discovered that coincidences are elusive, however. I've tried actively searching for them, and this by its very nature doesn't work. Still, putting yourself into a position for weirdness is always good.
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