This is how you park your car in Florida when you either don’t care about the consequences or you have more insurance than those around you. Anyone remember the parking lot scene from the movie Fried Green Tomatoes?
A poem by Bob Hicok, from The Legend of Light Man of the House It was a misunderstanding. I got into bed, made love with the woman I found there, called her honey, mowed the lawn, had three children, painted the house twice, fixed the furnace, overcame an addiction to […]
I’m haunted by a yellow landscape that shows a cornfield in France, with a windmill close to the horizon. The time must be late in the afternoon on a late summer day. The whole painting is yellow. I’m thinking I saw it at some point in the 1990s, perhaps at […]
I found the above note on a signup sheet from the previous students in the design studio suite on the third floor (north-east side) of the College of Design at Iowa State University. It seemed metaphysical when I read it…and confessional.
While walking across the campus of a small midwestern university, I noticed this sign which made me think about the nature of nature: lawns are no longer grown but constructed. The artificiality of agriculture is put on display without irony, I’m sure. But let’s make sure the sign is green;–)
Harry Belafonte recalls telling a joke to Robert Altman: Early in our relationship, I told a joke and it became the metaphor for everything in our lives. These two musicians decided they were going to the jazz festival in Montreux, but they always flew. One says, “We should take one of […]
So, I’m cruising in this skinny and thin-skinned aluminium tube at 35000 feet, going approximately 500 mph on my way back to the United States from Rome on May 1, 2011, on that same day the former Pope John Paul II is beatified at the Vatican, and Osama bin Laden […]
Al Giardello, better known as Gee, commander of the Homicide unit in the TV series Homicide: Life in the Streets, Season 3, Number 4: Crosetti, gave a brief monologue in response to one of his detectives committing suicide: “In the old days the Italians wouldn’t bury a suicide in a graveyard or […]
I noticed this little filler at the bottom of page 85 in the New Yorker from October 5, 2009, and I had to laugh, hard, remembering both the Python’s The Life of Brian (“Blessed are the Cheesemakers”) and the more recent Curse of the Were-Rabbit (with Wally’s love of Wensleydale). Here is what the New Yorker said: There’ll Always […]
When the German polymath Johann Wolfgang von Goethe lay dying just before he disappeared forever, he was supposed to have said: “Mehr Licht!” which translates as ‘more light’, and I’m thinking: doesn’t more light also mean more shadows? But of course, when it’s too dim, by all means, more light.