Jack hates white rooms. It's some cosmic joke that Jack's job is to sit in a white room and connect dots. The door to Jack's room opens and Irving Sandler waddles in carrying a stack of paper balanced in the crook of one arm while he tries to shut the door with the other. Jack … Continue reading Day Forty-Two – Pleasure Makes My Hands Smell Like Silly Putty
Absurdism
Vestiges
There are people in this world that make it easy for us to to turn the word "human" into something pejorative. These are the people that would have you believe that selfish pursuits are our pinnacle, that greed and lust for power are virtues. These are people that don't see humanity for what it has … Continue reading Vestiges
Day Nine – Biggles Splits the Atom and Other Quaint Tales of Death
Daphne rises out of bed, leaving it still occupied as she does so, and drags her toes in graceful steps towards the bathroom. The light was left on through night, and she cannot recall if it was herself--perhaps the scotch-drunk male in her bed--who had last visited the tiled closet. She kicks a pile of … Continue reading Day Nine – Biggles Splits the Atom and Other Quaint Tales of Death
Day Three – Put On Your Corporate Oligarchy Homburg, and Give Us a Grin
If automobiles are passing you on the right hand side, you could very well be in the wrong lane. If you are passing ambiplasmic layers, you either do not live on our planet or you need to stop listening to Alfvén and Klein so much. There are days when I find it difficult to coax … Continue reading Day Three – Put On Your Corporate Oligarchy Homburg, and Give Us a Grin
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 