8.24.2010

we've gone from do your worst to do your thing

"We had people that play normal tennis, do you believe it. Those people. Those miracles." "Yeah, I'm just saying, our number is the summer of love." "We'd eat squirrel! We'd eat Tyrannosaurus Rex!" Shaving your neck always feels vaguely suicidal. An employee on his smoke break explained things to a customer using his right hand. "The oh shit bar? You grab it? With your hand?" "Oh. Oh, why do they call it the oh shit bar?" There was a long pause. What if trains had no lights? Cars? Streets? And this was ho hum? Sometimes I am compelled to call something by a pet name, out loud, even if no one else is in the room. Such as earlier when I ate the blueberries and said "Blubes." It is very important when you help someone with something they don't know that you explain what you did and help them try to know. Even if they're not paying attention. This is maybe the only thing I would add to Kurt Vonnegut's "There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind." The blind man was riding a bike. His guide dog was like a chariot horse.

4 comments:

DJ Berndt said...

Nice post. Your blog kicks so much ass lately.

Mike Young said...

thank you for reading, dj! i just bought a orange painting that says "slow for crossing" and has a picture of a donkey-led car!

carolyn said...

your blog is on my links bar now so i can actually remember to read it always!

Mike Young said...

hurrah for carrot cake!! =) <3