Friday, May 26, 2006

I've decided to save you guys some time by basically telling you what to expect from here.

About half of the time, you'll get meaningless one-line posts like "How about that, Antonio?"

About a third of the time, you'll get quotations from those with better things to say from me, like this one from Charlie Mingus:
"You haven’t been told before that you’re phonies. You’re here because jazz has publicity, jazz is popular…You like to associate yourself with this sort of thing. But it doesn’t make you a connoisseur of the art because you follow it around…A blind man can go to an exhibition of Picasso and Kline, and not even see their works, and comment behind dark glasses, ‘Wow! They’re the swingingest paintings ever, crazy!’ Well, so can you. You’ve got your dark glasses and clogged up ears."


And the last fraction of the time -sixteen-odd percent- you'll get meandering, pointless original posts, like this:
I've decided to save you guys some time by basically telling you what to expect from here.

About half of the time, you'll get meaningless one-line posts like "How about that, Antonio?"

About a third of the time, you'll get quotations from those with better things to say from me, like this one from Charlie Mingus:
"You haven’t been told before that you’re phonies. You’re here because jazz has publicity, jazz is popular…You like to associate yourself with this sort of thing. But it doesn’t make you a connoisseur of the art because you follow it around…A blind man can go to an exhibition of Picasso and Kline, and not even see their works, and comment behind dark glasses, ‘Wow! They’re the swingingest paintings ever, crazy!’ Well, so can you. You’ve got your dark glasses and clogged up ears."


And the last fraction of the time -sixteen aught percent- you'll get meandering, pointless original posts, like this:


So that about does it. Now you guys can take up Aikido or something instead.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Well then.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Let's see what the stars say:
Your Birthday Today

You will be left dumbfounded this evening when a man wearing nothing jumps out of your birthday cake, only to be followed seconds later by half a dozen police officers who, one by one, exit the triple-chocolate dessert in pursuit of the nude offender.

Note: I didn't make this up. These kids did.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Well, there's that.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Wherever you are, in the city, you can hear the hush of a tire on pavement. It is deafening.