Friday, May 23, 2008

Tank Tops and Deforestation

A very large man in a tank top carried an equally large weedwhacker to his truck. His large wife and daughter were at his sides. The weedwhacker, judging by its protrusion over the tailgate, was at least eight feet long. One wonders what exactly is the nature of the whacking project.

Note: See my other blog about armpits in public space.

Many Places at Once

A Brittish correspondent with a weary, almost quavering voice, is often assigned to intractable conflicts with loss of life. He is often at risk. His voice is appropriate for his work. He is, it would seem, more concerned for what he is covering than his career. The viewer, myself, feels that his anguish is right for the story, the sadness of the world.

One thing about his work that is disturbing, though, is that he is often in two places at once, even three. I do not believe that news is managed to a degree that it is fabricated for the needs of a congtrolling entity. The explanation may be that the correspondant could have a twin or be one among triplets. I'm sure a quick check of Oxford/Cambridge would reveal triplets in the history department.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

"At the end of the Day" Questionaire

When you use the phrase, "at the end of the day," do you believe that history is on your side, both short term (if that is history) and long term?

How often do you use the phrase?

Have you been influenced by pundits, commentators and politicians who use the phrase?

Do you mix in other figurative language, like "throw the baby out with the bathwater?"

Do you feel like you are commenting on the end of time like a prophet?

Do you have a favorite commentator who uses the phrase often?

Do you like commentators whose first language is not English and use the phrase?

Do you feel uncomfortable when the phrase occurs more then once in a group discussion creating the tension of competing ends of the day?

Acting

Everyone will be in a porn movie for 15 minutes.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

candy

There is an Eight dollar candy bar in a neighborhood store in San Francisco. How much are the candy bars in your neighborhood?