people who get off at my bus stop have a certain wisdom all too rare in the world today. people who get off at the bus stop before mine are doubtless idlers. people who get off at stops after mine have ways that are foreign and uncertain but one imagines idolatrous
me: hey babe, need me to take the garbage out?
my girlfriend with a goon fetish: 😕😓
me: uhhhh .... hey boss, you want i should take this out for ya?
gf: ☺️🥰
when i was 19 and living in my own apartment for the first time, when my mom asked what i was cooking for dinner i said ‘lentils’ often enough that she started to worry whether i had enough money. really i was just getting into lentils.
[ getting mad at my friend who’s a crane operator ] you would have nothing to do if everything was already where it needed to be. you could only thrive in a world of disorder.
me: i wish i was only a foot and a half tall, so i could hike all over the world and live in my backpack 🙂
my girlfriend [ twirling my hair around her finger]: but honey, if you were that small wouldn’t you have to carry a smaller backpack?
me: [ visibly thinking really hard ]
me [ 87 years old ]: at the end of it all, doesn’t it feel that what makes life is the imperfections? not just our joys but our fears, heartbreak, failure, yearning — those are the moments I think of most now.
robot [ loading euthanasia cartridge ]: that is illogical
when i was an intern at noma my job was to sort through bags of greens for ‘spinach leaves of uncommon beauty’. but when i found them, instead of putting any in the salads René Redzepi would float them on a pond that took up most of the breakroom
had a dream where a fraudulent bob dylan song called “hitler on the beach” took over the radio. the only refrain i remember is (in bob dylan drawl):
what explains the worry /
what explains the reach?
incandescent burning, and /
hitler on the beach
my uber driver asked “the wind, it’s okay for you?” and i said yes brother yes, it’s what carries our dreams around the world. i realize now he was asking about the windows being down.
me: hey dave what’s that place you wanted us to check out?
my friend who writes copy for google maps: This local haunt offers up classic cocktails and creative bar bites.
me: back in the day i would post something like this to dinnerchat—
my nephew Palomedes: hark uncle, you said you were of snacks chat
me: well, at the time it was not unconventional to be in multiple chats
my nephew [ muttering ]: questionable honour ......
[ me as a helpful npc in a video game ] eating on the bus isn’t against the rules — but if you make too much of a mess of it, you might get a bad reputation
someone on reddit said a smartwatch for working out "pleases my data collecting lizard brain" that's the opposite of lizard brain what do you think lizards are doing
woman’s worst fear: boyfriend abandons me at time of greatest need
man’s worst fear: girlfriend i already kind of wanted to break up with gets a terminal illness and now i’m the bad guy
hey, my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and we .... yep, haha, just like the memes, exactly. yeah we’d like to have sex with you, let us know what you think.
me [ bug ] [ raising hand in class ] what happens if we reach the light?
smart but popular bug: uh, you can’t ‘reach the light,’ it’s actually reflected off of the moon hundreds of thousands of miles away
me: oh ….
hot girl bugs: [ giggling ]
texting my 31 year-old friend: i love this
texting my 28 year-old friend: this shit is so goals
texting my 25 year-old friend: this shit is so goated
texting my 22 year-old friend: it should not be legal for you to drink yet
my flight has been delayed after the scheduled pilot broke out laughing at the absurd beauty of being this morning and has been unable to focus on his dials
sometimes when he disapproved of a spinach leaf he would yell, but once he asked me to stay after closing and we had a three hour discussion about what makes a leaf beautiful
me: good serve
my brother: thank you. good return.
me: thank you. good return.
my brother: thank you. good return.
me: thank you. good return.
our mother: good volley
[ simultaneously ] thank you
my wife: every time we fly home
i try not to count in my head how many more times we might come back. do my parents look older to you?
me [ looking out plane window ]: there’s some real geology going on down here
i’ve rediscovered a renaissance philosopher who believes that the poles of all things are ‘mouse nature’ and ‘water nature’. when a steel spring rusts, paradoxically, it gains mouse nature - because it squeaks. when polished it gains water nature, because it becomes reflective.
me: TALCO is the largest aluminum plant in central asia — it consumes 40% of tajikistan's electricity! but tajikistan actually has no raw aluminum ore, so it all has to be imported
my girlfriend [ already watched twelve tiktoks about TALCO yesterday ] that's so interesting honey
derrick, your performance these first two weeks has been good, but, well — this has always been more of a ‘Halt!’ workplace, and we find your ‘Who goes there?’ a bit flimsy. it shouldn’t matter who goes there — they need to halt.
[ 16th century man-at-arms directing traffic in swiss guard uniform ] sally forth, sally forth … [ turning to face other direction of traffic ] no, halt, halt … okay sally forth
hard to imagine anybody saying 'nnneeowwwwwww' to denote something going fast before the 19th century. before the locomotive, what goes fast enough? cadence of a horse is all wrong.