He walks by sliding his chin back and forth through the air, swimming forwards, the rest of his body trailing behind. He wears the blue uniform of an off-duty athlete proudly. His hair is slicked back impeccably, like a real Italian, or perhaps an American Psycho.
The physical condition of the traction properties in Chicago is now at its maximum, and unquestionably is above that of any other city in the United States. –Bion J. Arnold, Chief, Board of Supervising Engineers. Citizens’ Bulletin, Cincinnati. June 15, 1912. In the old days, back in 1630, it took two days to get a [...]
Suddenly, as is often the case, the volume of lymphoma-and-related cases exploded—all were husbands forced to endure retail hell for their post-war wives.
…He fades to the first floor like a wanderlust ancient sarcophagus, poised and stationary in his rigid dimension, arms solemnly crossed across neat t-shirted chest; he is facing off against an imaginary adversary.
The first bald guy is not yet his lover — they are business colleagues, they met at the cafe in newton, the man is a programmer – a consultant who works from home.
…Streetcar suburbs are green and purple, the commuters run to catch their double-decker diesels, while th einner ringers walk with ease—theirs is a five minute interval during rush hour.
The life of the goat is driven by a raw spontaneity that has little human equivalent outside of childhood, senility or mental illness — and perhaps those hippie free-spirits who dance around in fields all day or drop lots of acid.
…First, deomestication: 10,000 years ago. Then, the pagan traditions which are eventually immortalized in the Bible (Sheep go to heaven, Goats go bring the plague to thy neighbor so you can return to village bizniss).
— Words: Fire Truck, Purple, Ger, Goat The goat saunters by like a pimp in a cadillac — one touch look from a cop and they freeze in terror, but then they’re back to bizness as uzual. The life of the goat is driven by a raw spontaneity that has little human equivalent outside of: childhood, senility or mental illness — and perhaps those hippie free-spirits who dance around in fields all day or drop lots of acid.
Turis the Viking Goat who sailed the seven seas — with trusty crew manning the ropes, for Nature is a cruel mistress, who saw it fit to deny Turis Fatyr the use of opposable thumbs ( one day!… Oh, how he longed to feel the cool waves lap against his skin — yet again, nature was cruel.
In the Bible, it was decided that Sheep and Goats were Different; those of the Nineties know the refrain: “Sheep go to heaven, Goats go to hell.”… Goats were given the humble and thankless duty of carrying the sins (read: bubonic plague-ridden clothes) of a village into the woods (i.e. Carrying the “sins” to the next village…).
My spiffy new photoblog is now up and running: “Battlestations Operational”
Not to get into details now, b/c I don’t have the patience to write it all out, but suffice it to say, I’ve moved on to a new footnote plugin that uses mediawiki-style inline footnotes. You put a tag around the note, inline, and it replaces the tag with a footnote, and puts whatever is between the tags into the note at the bottom of the post.
