Sunday, October 30, 2005

Live on in a flip book

My new favorite place-

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Accent elimination

I can't explain, but I will.

The anythingest anything.

Those clouds just can't be real. And they aren't.

Too "thinky"

I like psychology experiments that involve elevator buttons and/or where men choose to place themselves at urinal banks.

Monday, October 24, 2005

This might be wrong

Even the end of the world isn't the end of the world.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Could you watch my fruit stand?

On stage, they're something else.

A lot of people are walking around holding video cameras.

Production company: Question Entertainment

There's no such thing as must-see.

All these sets will be struck.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Requiem for payphones

Wars worrying about how popular they are.

It's been awhile since I've heard Paul discourse on the cultural moment of the Health Salad (cottage cheese, jello, and fruit salad on iceberg lettuce).

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Artists market

Interpreting paintings can feel like physical labor.

Is Van Gogh obsolete?

Maybe we're looking at art all wrong.

An orchard vs. a depiction of an orchard.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

A cultural history of cultural histories

Wish I knew Latin

God bless direct deposit

Everyone's a hypnotist

Saturday, October 08, 2005

I do miss her (if that's the word)

She described the connection we had as a junk bond.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Name that tune

Misheard lyric that, when you found out what the words actually were, was the most crushing.
("I would not give you false hope, only strange and mournful days.")

Memoir of a model: Too Beautiful For Love

Band name: The Morning Afterpills

Easy for you to say

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Meet me at my office-

The Learning Annex box at the corner of 2nd and 5th.

Don't worry about what you're going to do with your life.
Consider what your life is doing with you.

How about Disorganized Religion?

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Lid

How the stains on a paper coffee cup tell, in cryptic terms, the story of the morning.