Friday, March 30, 2012

Kevin At The Getty

a.) Perhaps a bottle of your finest would be handsome to this conversation.

b.) Would you take the air with me?

c.) Do you wanna funk?

d.) All of the above.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Dear Bettina ...

Dear Bettina,

I am reading the "Correspondence Of F. Scott Fitzgerald" again, per your instructions. I have so many bookmarks and Post-Its attached that the entire 8th and half of the 7th floors are bona fide fire hazards.

Very Truly Yours,


Monday, March 19, 2012

Oscar Wilde

That evening Wilde dined at Blanche Roosevelt's house. Before dinner the guests put their hands through a curtain so that the palmist Cheiro could read their palms without knowing who they were.

When Wilde held out his hands, Cheiro found the markings on each hand so different from the other that he explained how in palmistry the left hand denotes hereditary tendencies and the right hand individual developments.

The left hand in front of him, he said, promised a brilliant success; the right hand, impending ruin. 'The left hand is the hand of a king, but the right that of a king who will send himself into exile.'

Wilde, a superstitious man (he had refused to join the skeptics of the Thirteen Club), asked 'At what date?' 'A few years from now, at about your fortieth year.' (He was then thirty-eight.) Without another word Wilde left the party.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Friday, March 9, 2012

Donald's Holy Head

Donald's holy head, my graciousness butt-crack sandwich.

Donald is a freak like me and always will be and that is why he hangs out on the edge of the woods at the end of the field during recess.

He's the only one over there and he walks back and forth thinking about something that is consuming his life and everything he thinks he knows about it.

His petty little mind is probably full of the dark things that mine is, but he don't know how to be the master of his universe, to blend in and charm and awe like me.

Donald's short life is written all over his long face.

Monday, March 5, 2012


More perturbing tales about the Blackfoot Indians and how cleaning your oven can be toxic.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Where It Counts

"The federal government is sending each of us a $600 rebate.

If we spend that money at Wal-Mart, the money goes to China.

If we spend it on gasoline, it goes to the Arabs.

If we buy a computer it will go to India.

If we purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras and Guatemala.

If we purchase a good car it will go to Germany.

If we purchase useless crap, it will go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy.

The only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it on prostitutes and beer, since these are the only products still produced in the United States.

I've been doing my part."

Dr. Marc Faber
Investment Analyst and Entrepreneur

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