Blast of Silence

I moonlight:

As a Pabst rodeo cowpoke.

And a math teacher who read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance once.

And a BBC comedy actor with a penchant for vague roles.

Oh, Internet.

*Last night I watched my B-Films with marmalade toast and a glass of Brandy.  Cracking!

*My buddy likes to send me the Friendster profiles of people he finds particularly annoying.  Make your own decision.

*My awesome mother sent me an old 1940s strip-o-gram.  A tasteful birthday striptease done The Very Hungry Caterpillar style, with each turn of the page revealing more gams n mams!  Square, indeed!

*I really hope Madeline is doing OK on her travels. 

*I am going to be paid soon so tell me what CDs to buy, movies to see, and books to read.  Then I will judge you silently.

Hey, here’s something of substance.  Today I walked into the office of  young lawyer, and suddenly I knew what he would look like at age 80.  It was as though an airy death mask was drawn over his face, and for a moment I saw him as an old man squinting into annihilating eternity.  An unnerving moment; neither hallucination nor premonition, but an idle product of a dormant imagination that welled up all on its own. No quantity of Express shirts with french cuffs or Aveeno hair product can distress the fact that this young man is going to die.  As I will die.  As you will die.  As Clare will die.  The dance comes for you; actor, teacher, and dilettante alike.

{edited for pretension}

 

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