Thursday, 30 August 2012
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met a man in a bar. He sat on a chair, a simple, wooden chair. He was busy writing. ‘What are you writing?’
I asked him. The man looked tired and restless. ‘I try to write a story without
murderers, lepers, hustlers, psychopaths, alcoholics, ghosts, look-alikes,
mongoloids, possessed ones, homunculi or baroque adjectives,’ he said. ‘It is
about rain falling on rooftops.’
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I met a girl who was sitting on a pivoting barstool. She was holding a bicycle wheel in front of her, in the vertical plane, holding the ends of the axle between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. By engaging the spokes of the wheel with her remaining fingers and snapping her wrists forward several times, she got the wheel to spin very quickly. I asked the obvious question: "What's with the bicycle wheel?" She tilted the spinning wheel towards the horizontal and pivoted away from me without answering.
ReplyDeleteDue to time shortage and universal restlessness, I thank you once for all your amazing comments, Dave. Where do you come up with them!? And, your ease in writing amazes (and scares) me. But thanks so much. You spoil me for playing along with me. Now I'll be off to the pub with a bicycle wheel, to see if that trick works both ways. I mean... that's the best pickup idea I have heard in all my life!
ReplyDeleteWhy I like this blog: The author understands conservation of momentum. Thanks, Martijn.
ReplyDeleteYou noticed me stepping on the gas when I broke my steering column! Thank you Dave, that's really insightful.
ReplyDeleteOr did you mean the condensed pieces? That too is true. But I'm a long way away from your fondly remembered "bathroom haikus". I can't surpass those.
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