Life Without Steelers

I know my binary readership isn’t all that football friendly, but there are some universal truths to be gleaned by my beloved Steelers pathetic performance last night and the sad result that they have no chance to repeat as superbowl champions —

One is that not everything you see on TV has a happy ending. That’s actually what I like about football and sports in general — what you’re going to see is a unique, totally unscripted, absolutely unpredictable spectacle in time and space with a clear winner and loser. And really it shows the subjectivity of it all – one person’s unhappy ending is another’s happy one.

As my son said, oh well, you can’t win it all every year.

So lets enjoy each and every small victory, overcome the losses and continually strive for a only fitfully achievable excellence.

And keep hoping ’till next season.

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Three Small Pleasures That Are No More

 

The Evening Paper

Yesterday was my day off, and I spent the whole afternoon absentmindedly waiting for the thump of the evening paper, which I eventually realized was never, ever going to come again.

 

The Ice Cream Truck

This summer that semi-creepy ice cream truck tune was another sound I also vainly waited for. The best thing about it was the total randomness – when we heard it my whole family would stop what we were going and rush out to catch it – even if we were eating dessert at the time.

 

Finding Time on the Parking Meter

The city is slowly switching to a single meter station in the middle of the block. All very efficient, and folks can also use their credit cards, which relieves me of what on some days seems like my primary responsablity in the eyes of the world, giving change to the unappreciative masses. However, they’ve got it rigged so that the remaining time for the car before doesn’t carry over, thereby eliminating the ridiculously huge kick you get from finding time already on the meter.

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Tintin in America

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Jesus Created Punk Rock For Satan

Always believe a guy with really big glasses!
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Disreputable Monuments To Pagan Licentiousness

Phanomenologie

I Do Not Fear My Maker

The Boy’s Miraculous Wonder Horn

Dreamily Presentient

The Drag Is

On The Atomic Range

Dig This

Real Bad Smart

Kartyayini

Serapionism

Dancing With The Gopis

The Horrid Mysteries

Anodos

The Spiritual Emergency Preceding The End Of The World

Averted Signs

Horse Meat To Hospitals

Where Has Artemis Not Danced?

Boutade

Disreputable Monuments To Pagan Licentiousness

Aphrodite Tropoi

Figurae Veneris

Nympharum Insidiatorem

Declaiming Blockhead

A Heterosexual Act Being Consumed

Impel Slowly

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Word To the Wise

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Don’t Mind Them Daddy! They’re Beatniks!

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The Kingdoms of the Instantaneous

I came to Surrealism at an early age and hence it sometimes seems old hat to me and even a trifle jejune — but every so often I read something that reminds me how fantastic it is — definitely my favorite -ism of the 20th century…
 
 

You can be sure it is the enemies of order who are circulating this elixir of the absolute. They sneak it past the guards in the form of books, poems. The harmless pretext of literature allows them to offer this deadly brew at a price defying all competition.

Buy, buy the damnation of your soul. You will destroy yourself at last, here is the machine for capsizing your mind. I announce to the world this page one headline: a new vice has been born, one more madness has been given to man: Surrealism, son of frenzy and darkness. Step right up, here is where the kingdoms of the instantaneous begin.

– Louis Aragon, 1924

 

The heart of a human being can be broken and books can get old, and everything must, outwardly, die, but a power which is in no way supernatural makes of this very death the condition of renewal. It assures all exchanges ahead of time, that nothing precious may be lost within and through the obscure metamorphoses, from season to season, the butterfly regains its exalting colors.

– Andre Breton, 1945

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Scared and Silent, Runaway, 13, Spent 11 Days in the Subways

Francisco said he never saw the signs. He lost sense of time. He was prepared, he said, to remain in the subway system forever.
 
No one spoke to him. Asked if he saw any larger meaning in that, he said, "Nobody really cares about the world and about people."
 
— Kirk Semple, NYT
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Monkey

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