Sunday, January 9, 2011

honest musings of a fellow who can't quite connect thought with emotion

every tuesday night i'm consumed by the notion to put the trash out on the curb. and then, almost like clockwork, i lose the urge completely for about a week.

every time i open a book -- to page one -- and read each page consecutively until there are no more, i'm met by an implacable sense of accomplishment.

whenever i raise a set of children with a willing spouse, i'm railroaded by a feeling of impenetrable disgust when they are rejected from the ivy league university of their choice.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

a selection of quotations

a selection of quotations, (organically) following a pursed perusal of the at-large and assorted western conversational canon:

'the brontosaurus is finished' -- robert oppenheimer, 1942

'your hindquarters, i now reveal to you, hold but a trifling place in this matrimony' -- oscar wilde, 1884

'you can tell these blue corn tortilla chips came out of a bag off a sysco truck. but they're still pretty ok.' -- gabriel garcia marquez, 1995 (translated from the spanish)

'is this still the war of 1812?' -- private archibald clay, 1813