Tuesday, June 29, 2010


This is beautiful! It's beautiful. I keep coming back to it. I've read it three times through now, the last time aloud.

Randomly-generated poetry to put my slaved-upon works to shame. A design pattern, to think about profusely decorating the inner world instead. Futile attempts to absorb replicate only empty Proxy, Facade. Your boss told you to wonder about embarrassing (or worse, a flat tire) between sips of a martini.

Oh, man. What, then, can the point possibly be? In all of this, when machine outdoes man at whimsy! Can the ineffable be reduced, digested by equation, spat out as formula? Pattern. No good shall come of this, no, nor bad neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

Sunday, June 27, 2010


I feel kind of weird finding out this is your 'humor' blog. I thought you were just that funny. Turns out you were TRYING?

When disillusionment sets in, I turn to alcohol. Soak it for a few hours - it scrapes right back out again.

Anyway - congrats on the fetus! I don't blame you for letting some fetus action spill over from your baby-blog to this one. You can't become too compartmentalized!

Besides, nothing is funnier than a fetus.