“A man’s subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.”
P. G. Wodehouse
Mar
22
Well isn’t this nice? Front row seats to the apocalypse. Nothing to do now but sit back and watch the destruction of everything we once held near and dear. I don’t mean millions of deaths due to the coronavirus, I mean the destruction of economies around the globe. The death toll won’t even approach the […]
Apr
3
(originally posted 6/7/2015) Two ants stood lamenting the number of predators that seemed partial to ants. “I’ve heard tell of a new beast called an anteater. Big fellows.” “Really? Are they dangerous?” The ant slowly turned his head in the direction of his comrade. “They are called anteaters. What do you think?” The other […]
Apr
2
(first appeared at synchchaos.com on 10/1/2013) I must have looked like a crazy person. The way our eyes met and then instead of quickly finding something, anything, to look at to ease the uncomfortableness of unexpected human interaction, my eyes froze. They darted down a bit to the nose and then a quick swing […]
Apr
1
There was no one event in particular that made Trevor realize he’d never truly witnessed a sunrise, obviously he’d been up when the sun was rising hundreds of times over the course of his life but he’d never anticipated it and given it his complete focus. Once this realization was made he knew this oversight […]
Mar
31
(originally posted 5/2/2018) Recently I attended a panel discussion at the Princeton University Art Museum with Bonnie Bassler, Squibb Professor in Molecular Biology and chair, Department of Molecular Biology; Bridget Alsdorf, associate professor of Art and Archaeology; and Göran Blix, associate professor of French and Italian, as they responded to artists’ representations of crowds […]
Mar
30
(originally posted 9/4/2014) Yesterday I tweeted the following: I was disappointed to hear that Kim Kardashian felt “victimized” by the press. I was hoping it meant that they had beaten her into a coma. The strange thing was I actually meant it. Nothing would have made me happier than to continue reading […]
