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.
I’m walking my white standard poodle Zsa Zsa at the disk golf course on 13th Street, near the Highway Patrol station. Without knowing it I’m on the radar of a Christian missionary dude who zones in on me like a deer fly on wet skin. He hands me a small card […]
Samuel Beckett, Molloy, 1955 “‘Pump it up’, I said. I held the bicycle. I forget which wheel it was. As soon as two things are nearly identical I am lost.” MM