- Dock worker
- Career college student
- Australian outdoor adventure show host
- Bicycle shop sales manager
- James Bond character
- Nightclub owner
- Character in a British film
- Circus performer
I am holding office hours at Barnes & Noble — parked on a bench with a venti iced coffee by a panoramic window like a CEO, the strip mall parking lot as my backdrop.
After you solve a Rubik’s Cube and then develop a high level of proficiency for it, what is the point of keeping it around other than to gloat? Perhaps it affords us a feeling of control. Maybe people solve puzzles because they can’t figure out life, so it is somewhat understandable why someone would frame a jigsaw or leave a Rubik’s Cube perpetually solved — sometimes in plain view in their homes or places of employment.
A jazzman walked in.
Blue + white pinstripe shirt.
Fill in the blanks …
They were playing bad jazz inside — some gift box set.
The man tolerated it, his hands behind his back.
Clocks are fascist gadgets.
You don’t necessarily have to bite into it to taste it.
Today it occurred to me that a book should exceed a certain weight or size in order to be called a tome. Small, skinny books are not tomes. “Title” can be used to refer to a book of any size, however.
Today I saw a pamphlet-sized magazine in a magazine rack mixed in with the lit stuff. This, too, is erroneous taxonomy. Even worse was the fact that the pamphlet (or bulletin?) was $12 or so.
If you wanted to get really technical, then I will add to this list magazines that resemble paperbacks. Or are all paperbacks novels? The mind boggles.
Switching gears a bit, I’m tired of seeing Ansel Adams hogging up shelf space in the photography section at bookstores & libraries. And Picasso, too, in the art section. Although I like his work.
Chopin dishes in the sink / Nocturnes unmade bed / Alive a sonata for piano / Eggs sunny side & Opus 9
It’s not merry Christmas or happy holidays or have a nice Kwanzaa or Hanukkah. It’s:
Unidentified driving object.
Because I see more than my fair share of dicey, ambiguous-looking vehicles on the road here in Las Vegas. Trucks held together with twine & such. Rickety automobiles in danger of collapsing in a cloud of dust & smoke like the occasional hotel-casino implosions here in town.