Archive for April, 2009
Is this spinal cord strictly necessary?
Minimalism is Anorexia projected outwards.
That’s an entry for The Quotable Wringham, I reckon. Here’s another, which I plagiarised from a tee shirt my girlfriend saw in a mall:
I love Asceticism. I can’t get enough of it.
The Plain People of Cyberspace: Stop, our sides are splitting.
But seriously. What if my silly quip – Anorexia projected outwards [...]
From the wellington boot of a lemon who is down on his luck
“Home baking!” she chimed.
The cakes were a bit sweaty-looking and the dye from the hundreds-and-thousands had begun to diffuse into the icing. I decided to have one out of politeness.
“Mm, lovely,” I said, selecting a small one.
Listen:
In my time, I have put some pretty questionable things into my mouth. I speak with authority when [...]
The smartest arse of all
My dad has a maxim for every occasion. The same man who said “Education is no carriage” in a pub called The Kangaroo in 1990 also said, “Nobody likes a smart arse” over breakfast in our kitchen in 1991.
I pointed out over half a Florida grapefruit, that Aristotle said it was unbecoming for young men [...]
The shortest noun of my adult life
I am never sure which is the worst part of a haircut: the verb or the noun.
The verb, the actual process of the haircut, is always terrible. “What would you like done?” is always, not unfairly, their first question. Immediately, your hair naivety clashes with the knowledge of the hair expert. I once heard my [...]
