In this entry, I will disclose the secret to my success at basketball. But first, here’s a bird’s-eye view of a napkin:
When playing basketball, I always choose opponents that possess significantly less height than myself. This way, instead of having to execute complex dribbling maneuvers to dodge towering foemen, I can simply hold the ball in both hands overhead and walk straight toward the basket with ease. The other team cannot reach the ball that I am h
Here’s an illustration that I took from an instruction manual:
Now I will purge the contents of my Twittering Machine.
If you walk near a certain tree in this forest, a fiend will jump out and hug you.I wonder if prayers are like nerve signals that bring pain until God answers them, or if they’re more like e-mails that God simply deletes unread.Whenever I send you an “X” with two exclamation points, it means that I’m panting like a dog in anticipation of your
I try to post blurry webcam photos of myself at least twice per month, just to keep track of how handsome I have become since I started abusing alcohol. For this one, I strapped a helmet-cam to one of the rhinoceros rats who’ve overrun my apartment, in order to capture my physical appearance from the rodent’s point of view:
NOTE: Two days ago I began the process of emptying my brain of all contents. I wrote one blog entry and then another blog entry, but my mind still had some thought
Yesterday I typed some wandering thoughts here, but I had to quit before I was done; so I’ll type more thoughts today; and if Worldly Necessity interrupts me again, I’ll finish tomorrow. I hope that it doesn’t take more than three days to empty out my mind.
Before I re-begin, I need to share a picture from a TV ad. (I’ll share another image, from the same ad, at the end of this entry.) Here is a remote control with the words Space Command written underneath: <
I have one extra moment to write some thoughts. But, first things first – here’s a photo of two creatures that I found in a newspaper:
Why do people pay anyone to do anything? Today my mind wanders in this direction: The money that is normally spent on payroll should be used to purchase weapons instead – then businesses could just force their employees to labor. In the long run, this would improve the profit margin. People remain married to avoid the horrors of lonelin
I had been writing to myself almost daily here, but then the mailman tossed into our chimney a proof copy of my upcoming book, so I abandoned the online world to stoke the fire. (Only briefly, of course: for we are not permitted to escape from Hell.) Now, to remind myself how much I miss me, I’ll share one blurry person and a nonsense mantra. TershyRad
Since my Facebook account is named ‘Tertius’, it behooved me to swipe this arrangement of golden letters from a pawn shop ad:
A romantic walk
I dialed up Rent-A-Sweetheart and placed an order. After a few minutes, my soulmate appeared at my apartment, and we went for a walk. Now I’ll tell myself the highlights.
The first major event of our romantic walk occurred when we tried to leave the complex itself. There was a police car parked at the end of our communal driveway
I’ll get the obligatory image out of the way immediately, so that I can jump right into making observations about my backyard.
After waking, I open the drapes and look out the window. I see that the backyard grass still has some small patches of snow that haven’t melted. These snow patches look like white islands in a sea of green.
Most of the squirrels that travel through our backyard don’t wear shoes; so I imagine that when they run from the grassy parts
I’m posting this junk entry because I wrote a comment on the social network which I wanted to archive here. Plus I’ll share a recording of myself reading from my own book, which almost relates to the topic.
Here is a detail from the movie poster for Cry Danger (1951), which is not the movie that I wrote about in this post. Why am I sharing the wrong image? Because the omniscient spaceman who invented existence itself commanded all earthlings to help increase ou
I only have one single second to type on this screen today, so I’ll just give a thought that’s easy to relay on account of its familiarity – I’ve thought this thought many times (please don’t think it’s original). First, however, I’ll share a little image that I drew right before publishing this entry. I made it with a felt tip pen:
A quick thought
Let’s say that an author strongly denies instilling her book with any symbolic meaning, yet a reader claims to find a particular me
Here is an illustration that I stole from a handyman’s repair ad:
These quotes are unrelated to each other, beyond the fact that they were wrenched out of books that I happened to be reading today. The first is from a translation of Giambattista Vico’s New Science: It is a truth of sociology that nations are naturally reluctant to embrace foreign deities, unless they are liberated by an extreme freedom of religion, which only occurs in the late stages of their decade
The weather has barred me from leaving my room of late; but this afternoon the temp rose above the freezing point, so I went out. The house on the corner of our street has a dog in a fence, which I pass whenever I walk. Today I could tell that this dog missed me, because he barked in a friendly way when he saw me approaching; plus he hoisted his upper body onto the fence with his forelegs, so that he could converse with me at eye level.
In a voice that was half Fred Rogers and half Ge
I’ll write a short thought about God after I share these graven images that were found on a package of furnace filters:
If there truly is a single almighty God who created our world, and this God possesses a male body and drives around in a spaceship, then I don’t think that it would be difficult for Him to spy on people without being observed Himself. So the fact that I’ve never seen this God doesn’t surprise me.
But I’m concerned about how lonely God must be
Huge snowflakes were falling today. The view from my kitchen window looked like a postcard. I imagine that if a crew had been shooting a scene for a Christmas movie outside of my house, they would have erected a huge umbrella to block the natural precipitation; then they would have employed a machine to generate artificial snow for the cameras, because the actual stuff looked way too perfect. A director once told me that real precipitation appears fake when filmed, so professionals always opt
A half-baked thought
Is it wrong to speak of a living creature as if it’s a multinational corporation? How about if we compare a human to a country?
I think that an individual’s memory is like the artistic culture of a being’s inwardness. And since the culture of a country is like that place’s memory, countries are almost selves – big selves, like giants.
So, when a government must endure the complaints of its mistreated populace, it’s analogous to a flesh body feeling
I was wondering what might happen if one of our English words suddenly were to break down – for instance, if we discovered that the word ‘dog’ had stopped working.
Let’s say that there is a dog who ranges freely about the alleyways of my hometown – he goes to and fro among them – and his name is Nabi (pronounced like ‘shabby’ with an ‘n’).
Now let’s say that my business partner Pete and I are sipping cocktails beneath our local volcano, admiring the obsidian; and, from the vil
In this entry, I will share an anecdote taken directly from the farce of my daily life. Then I will quote a generous amount of words from a text that gave me pleasure. And I will end by relaying a funny moment from a movie. But first, here’s a red arrow in daytime:
The weather where I live is never as warm as I want it to be. So, if I look outside and see that the thermometer is displaying a temp in the single digits, I always add one hundred degrees to the ac
Quickly I’ll list a few movies that I recently watched and loved. That’s all I’ll do here today.
The first two (or four)
I loved Three Short Films About Peace (The Dream; The Shipyard; The Moment), by Errol Morris. I watched them online here.
I also watched and loved a film from 2012, directed by Ben Affleck, called Argo.
. . . plus one more:
I’m proud that my pen name Bryan shares the family name of Nicholas Ray, who directed the last movie that I saw (a
First I’ll share an image; then I’ll explain how the image was made. Maybe I’ll also gossip about my weekend.
The photo above is a work of postmodern art that I created by positioning a paper from a fortune cookie atop a picture from a magazine advertisement. Note the red laser and the television.
I mentioned a fortune cookie in the foregoing text. This item was included in a takeout meal that was purchased from a local eatery. The meal was labeled with a bright
Directly below is a junk image whose origin escapes my memory, and the text that follows is my side of an online bull session.
From a comment thread:
I’m attracted to the whole discussion and all the speculation about religion, I love looking into the stuff that seems wrong to me just as much as the stuff that seems right – I’m interested in absorbing as many perspectives as possible: I think about right and wrong similarly to the way that Whitman talks about heaven and hell: <
I awoke with the idea of making my own version of René Magritte’s painting Le musee d'une nuit (The Museum of a Night). Below is the result, which conforms to the latest artistic fad of half-arranging magazine fragments over a background. It is currently on sale for 50% off of its retail price of fourteen million euros:
LONGEVITY, etc. . . .
I like knowing that my roommate is at the dentist getting her teeth cleaned while I am at home typing this blog & sipping strai
In this entry, I will give a quote about Marcel Duchamp and another from Tristan Tzara; then, after digressing a number of times, I will copy a second passage regarding Duchamp, and I’ll end off with the latest breaking news about my mother’s printer.
The above picture was created by taking scraps from magazines and decidedly refusing to arrange them in any fashion; then I photographed the result and saved its file on my computer under the title “hasty mess”. N
In this entry, I will write down aimless thoughts. I will interrupt the text exactly two times with images of paper scraps.
Guardians can be good, and guardians can be bad. Let’s say that your main interest is in woodworking, and your guardian is a master woodworker who is willing to teach you the trade. In this case, you might consider your guardian ‘good’. On the other hand, if your guardian strikes you with a sword because you failed to salute a portrait of Saint Irenaeus, you might
Here is what I can expect from today's blog posting: I'll give one limp thought, I'll talk about two movies, I'll quote Vico, and I'll inventory the overage of my Twittering Machine.
Below is a piece of black construction paper that has many strips of transparent tape stuck to it.
I like to express wild ideas with words; but I prefer calm and orderliness in the physical world. I would like the universe better if all fighting were strict
In past blog entries, I have written down thoughts about God. In the present blog entry, I will write more thoughts about God. I will quote from William Blake and Amos the prophet. And I will also mention Walt Whitman.
But first I must share the following picture. It is the back side of a greeting card that has notes scribbled on it, and some scraps of paper from a magazine are taped to it too. I hope that someone hangs it in an art gallery with a price tag of $20 million or more.