- 9 January 2008
- No. 9,216 (cartoon)
- Youre digging your own grave.
I cant count on my friends to do anything for me.
- 10 January 2008
- Whats in a Name?
- I have a friend whose Farsi name means myth. After not having heard from her in months, I finally called her. I heard a recording saying that her telephone number didnt exist. I looked for her Internet site; it wasnt there. I was beginning to wonder if Id imagined her; maybe she really was a myth?
And then, she called me this morning. Shed been thither and yon and back again; thats all there was to it.
I suppose one shouldnt read too much into a name. Myth is real, and Constance is anything but constant. On the other hand, David means beloved; thats me!
- 11 January 2008
- Human Locomotion
- Its rare that I come across a powerful image, and much rarer still when that picture is made of words. I found such an image the other day, though, and Ive been thinking about it ever since.
When the Egyptians built their railway network in the nineteenth century, construction crews dug up thousands upon thousands of mummies. The supply was so huge that engineers powered their locomotives by burning the mummified corpses.
- 12 January 2008
- Decibels and Decimal Places
- Melanies the bass player in one of my favorite bands, the Whacksmackers. Shes au fait with the sonic world, but hasnt had much to do with the commercial art world. I, too, am not too familiar with the sophisticated montebanks who deal in visual art, but I could answer a query or two over lunch.
Melanie asked me a question thats been going around for at least a century and a half, Is photography art?
In the context of the commercial art word, photography is not art, I declared.
Whats the difference? she asked.
One or two decimal places, I explained. Thats why Im an artist who uses a camera instead of a photographer.
Sort of like music, then? Melanie replied. Thats why the Whacksmackers always ratchet up our sound a few decibel places.
We concluded our meal slightly enlightened.
- 13 January 2008
- Another Texas Moron Story
- A twenty-year old man from Burleson, Texas, had an automobile accident last week. Given that the mishap occurred in Texas, it was, of course, actually a truck accident.
The driver, who was drunk and speeding, made a mistake all of us make from time to time: he mistook a mailbox for a highway ramp, and a house for the open road.
Smash! Crash! Oops.
I can already anticipate some of my learned friends protesting that they havent had such a lapse of judgment since they were thirteen, and that only an idiot or an imbecile would make such a blunder. But theyd be wrong, ha ha ha! Moron, thats who would make such an error.
Bryan Scott Moron, to use his full name. Maybe there is a link between names and behavior after all?
As for the technical notes, someone with an IQ of from zero (?!) to twenty-five is an idiot, an imbeciles IQ ranges from twenty-six to fifty, and a moron has an IQ of between fifty-one and seventy. As for Morons IQ, I wonder if theres a separate scale for Texans?
- 14 January 2008
- How to Talk About Books You Havent Read
- I rarely get excited about a new book, but Im making an exception for Pierre Bayards treatise, How to Talk About Books You Havent Read.
Ive never found it difficult to discuss works I havent read, since that includes almost everything ever published. Not only have I never read anything by Shakespeare, I dont know the plot of a single play. I can, however, quote the bard, e.g., Thinking makes it so.
I can usually discuss contemporary work with convincing convincingness after reading a review or two and listening to an interview with the author. I never ask my friends if theyve read the titles under discussion; that seems almost irrelevant these days.
Bayard, a professor at Paris University, doesnt add much in the way of specific tips except to change the subject when cornered. For example, if asked to discuss Book X, opine that it reminds you of Book Y, and talk about that publication instead.
The author may have included more useful strategies in his most recent work, but, since Ill never read it, I may never know.
- 15 January 2008
- Rutherfords Rejoinder
- Once upon a time, Ernest Rutherford spotted a hard-working student in his laboratory late one night. When the famous physicist asked the lad how long hed been toiling, the undergraduate proudly replied that he routinely worked from early in the morning until late at night.
Rutherford wasnt impressed.
So when do you think? he asked.
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