The word seminar always sends shivers up my back, hearkening to mind the countless times multi-level marketers have used the term to somehow legitimize their cultish gatherings around Power Point presentations.
In Search of Summer School
I'll admit it. I'm one of those people who has a tendency to overthink things, argue for and against a point or an objective until I'm purple in the face.
Galactic Mocha
You know how some movies are purportedly historical? Inspired by actual events is the tagline I'm recalling. Well, consider this post basically the same. These things actually happened, but I'm going to take liberties with the prose to make it more readable, more blog worthy, if you will.
Read The Damn Article
I was once returning home from a day trip to Sydney, BC, when I passed the billboard for a local used-car dealership. "Sometimes when following the masses, the 'M' is silent," it declared, suggesting that conformism in certain cases equals idiocy.
Florescence
It's been a while since my last post. In retrospect, I look back upon it as being of somewhat dubious literary value, something more akin to what the British might call a quota-quickie; a literal means to an end.
Into LA
I'm tired by the time the wings begin to deform, flaps extending, the engines perspiring columns of heat that warp the image of the earth below, lending a diorama like perspective on the office towers clawing into the sky. I can see bodegas, corner stores, tennis courts, all rushing up to see me.
I Forgot My Comeback
In the automotive industry, there's a term that describes the action of veering adrift when encountering uneven surfaces: bump-steer. It seems to describe my life at the minute.
Elevators
I hadn't slept well. Not last night, the one before, or any in recent memory. In search of a solution, I'd been to the doctor's, a walk in clinic at the local Wal-Mart, a bastion of Hippocrates ingloriously shoehorned in besides the crooked arrays of shopping carts.
Ratios in a Pop-Up Book
Do you ever wonder how many people are only one job away from perfect, self realization? I do.
Jobless and Inspired
It's official; I'm unemployed. As of yesterday, my gig at Bankrupt Thread Co. is over, as the entire company folds worldwide, country by country fading to black like lights going off in a vast corporate hotel, one-by-one.
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