Archive for November, 2008

I like it when things make their own call and response. Let’s buy these two and arrange them thus:



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to eat the quail eggs – to fart stinky

to hump the list of stereotypes – to be an unbearably predictable conforming person

the air hit my uvula – the moment you know you are irreversibly in trouble

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“This is the dumbest way to have anything with anyone.”

~ First Year Mike

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“Not only was his hair crusty, he hates you.”

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“Where’s the art?”


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Girls need their fathers

Driving south I see a little girl on the sidewalk wearing a pink raincoat and galoshes, skipping. Her father is behind her and after a second’s shrug, begins to skip along behind her.

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All of our greatest space science has come from robots.

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