Gone Tomorrow
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
In / O u t
can you see the letters on the dreidel?
do you understand the floats and memes?
connect complete control between the
letters
on the dreidel, do you understand?
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Meta-meta
“When we first got married, we made a pact. It was this: In our life together, it was decided I would make all of the big decisions and my wife would make all of the little decisions. For fifty years, we have held true to that agreement. I believe that is the reason for the success in our marriage. However, the strange thing is that in fifty years, there hasn’t been one big decision.”
-Albert Einstein
Source: http://xkcd.com/917
Do you wash
your hands before or after you buckle your belt? It’s important to remain consistent.
Tongue
Twister: British citizenship
You can turn
any work of fiction into nonfiction by encasing the text in quotes and adding
“someone wrote” at the end.
RFD: The instrument used to measure one’s shoe
size is named the Brannock Device.
A bed sunken
into the carpet that rises slowly like a clock’s hand from 9 to 12. By the time you’re standing, it’s time to
wake up.
Bohemian Rhapsody is
about “The Stranger” by Camus.
It's nice to wake up hungry and eat.
A birthday card is belated, a flight is delayed, a project is running behind schedule, a student is late.
The
ampersand was derived by squishing together “e” and “t.”
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Kangaroos
“I drew
an octopus cause it has eight legs and they all swim like this – whoosh!”
Billy shot out his arms and blew bubbles, his dungarees rose toward his
belly button.
“Ahh
hahaha,” Joe grinned and giggled. “I drew
a penguin.” He picked up his penguin and
held it out with both hands. Rosy cheek
smile end to end.
“You
want a candy?”
Joe’s
eyes widened. “Whacha got?”
Billy
reached in his pocket and palmed a piece of chocolate, unwrapped and really
good-looking.
“Whoa! Where’d ya get that?”
“My mom
gave it to me before I got here cause my sister is sick and she wanted candy
and my mom went to Super Fresh and got it and gave it to me.”
Joe
started giggling, then Billy started too.
“Toss it to me,” Joe said, taking a couple steps back.
Billy
tossed it - his arc a little too high, the chocolate hit the ground. “Hurry up and grab it!”
Joe
scrambled to the ground and tried to grab the chocolate. It slid from his fingers as he tried to scoop
the sides.
“Five
second rule!”
He
tried again, but the chocolate slid away.
He grabbed it next try and stood up, outstretching his arm and staring
at the chocolate.
Billy
shook his head. “I think that was more
than five seconds.”
“It’s
ten second rule! I got ten seconds to
grab it.”
“Isn’t
it five second rule?”
“No, it’s
ten second rule.” Joe bended his arm in
and looked at the chocolate up close. “My
sister dropped a pretzel on the ground and then she ate it cause she said it
was ten seconds and that was fine because of the ten second rule.”
“Oh,
ok.” Billy giggled. “You wanna draw a
kangaroo with me?”
“Yeah I
love kangaroos.”
“Kangaroos
are my favorite animal. So are frogs.”
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Good Posture
I'm the most interesting person I know. I don't mean that in a snobby way, exactly. I just have clearer access to my thoughts than anyone else's. My mind is manifest, all others are separated by various degrees of opacity. I'm sure Eytan has a running mentalese narrative in his head throughout the day, but most of the time I don't know if he's solving the problem or beating up halos. Occasionally he'll say something reflective, but my eyes aren't always in sync with the air waves exuding the meaning in question. And later I'm leaving the most interesting person I know. I have clearer access to my thoughts. The mentalese narrative in my head, I don't know, most of the time. Something reflecting, the most interesting person I know. And later I'm leaving the most interesting person I know. Mentalese, reflecting, leaving. Interesting.
Bertrand Russell
New Orleans, August
What
would it be like to be colorblind and have synesthesia?
Tally marks
are different in China.
I
wish “tl;dr” was more-widely used – like, at the end of at textbook chapter.
A
random binary number generator costs exactly one cent.
"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity."
New York City, July
“One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision.”
Bertrand Russell
“Withdrawing
in disgust is not the same thing as apathy.”
Maybe the
big corporations are anonymously donating large sums of money to charitable
causes, but don’t want to receive credit because of their humility.
You
don’t need money to make it out of the hood.
That is, if you don’t mind being homeless.
Most
real numbers are transcendental.
In the U.S.,
82% of Catholics think that birth control is morally acceptable.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Reflections (Fade)
My whole life listening to music
And now, the sounds drowned in silence.
I can hear my heart - it's always been there, beating
but I never noticed it til just now.
My whole life is a mirror,
I'm nothing more than me.
Writing poetry by myself, about myself
Listening to music and schoolchildren on friday afternoons.
Thinking,
laughing occasionally,
Remembering to bring my car keys before you close the door.
My whole life will end
like light as it approaches and is swallowed by
a black hole - insipid, uncaring
as a young couple making love,
a door ajar, a baby rests in the crib.
And now, the sounds drowned in silence.
I can hear my heart - it's always been there, beating
but I never noticed it til just now.
My whole life is a mirror,
I'm nothing more than me.
Writing poetry by myself, about myself
Listening to music and schoolchildren on friday afternoons.
Thinking,
laughing occasionally,
Remembering to bring my car keys before you close the door.
My whole life will end
like light as it approaches and is swallowed by
a black hole - insipid, uncaring
as a young couple making love,
a door ajar, a baby rests in the crib.
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