Saturday, October 31, 2009
I made two bus trips to upstate New York this year. On those trips I noticed billboards with phone numbers using the old Telephone Exchange Name format. The signs passed by so fast I was unable to get photos of them, and I did not think to write them down, but I seem to remember [...]
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I spent most of my youth in Florida, and lived for a year in a house situated similarly to the homes in this picture. We lived in a house at the end of a canal, our yard just above sea-level. Our grass did not run into the water as does the weedy growth seen in [...]
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The problem with The Chair is that it is too comfortable. It is a comfort zone, a place of luxury and casual wealth which placates the rare sparks of my mind. Where is work done in our day? Once in a while I’ll see a profile of an influential thinker at an industry-leading company, the [...]
I stopped scanning slides for a while, but this week I started back at it. I stopped partly because I was tired of it but also because the slide scanner was hocking up crazy stuff, malfunctioning so badly that I just said to hell with it. I did what any reasonable person would do. I [...]
Saturday, October 24, 2009
A text message arrived earlier, alerting me that my bank card starting with 511182 had been deactivated. I should call 888-950-5553 to reactivate. I knew this was bogus, though I might not have been so immediately sure of its bogosity had the same thing not happened to D several months ago, and also on a [...]
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
It’s my 19th 10/20. On this day, at 12:00 noon on October 20, 1990, I boarded an Amtrak train and left for New York. In honor of this moment I am typing today’s words in the Tempus Sans ITC font, for its name is closest in spelling to the town from which I moved in [...]
Experience Smith is buried in a parking lot behind the Saks 5th Avenue Outlet at Woodbury Common in Central Valley, New York. Experience and several others are whiling away eternity at Ye Olde Coffey Grounds, an historic old cemetery preserved and maintained by the management of Woodbury Common. D spotted this litte yard a couple [...]
you look ahead to where this will end but a complex of lies has no word count, no pages. cadences of a high school dance band convene in your mind like bachelors in the sweet gum of humiliation. you learn the languages of paper-folding and textbook indexing to express your droll processions of blight, those [...]
My life seems uninteresting to me. A repetitive series of mercurial flourishes, forgotten with each step and vanquished from all times in the following seconds through which they trail. I sometimes imagine a swirl of mental dust that vanishes with the expulsion of body heat, a tight cloud of what would wrongly be called anticipation. [...]
