March 31, 2004

Look, I'm Gorgeous.

You can get three chimps for eight pounds.

And a cowboy.

And a black man with a balloon.

Posted by dean at 03:43 AM

March 30, 2004

And The Order Of The Phoenix, Page 262.

"Ginny's told me all about her, apparently she'll only believe in things as long as there's no proof at all."

Posted by dean at 05:27 PM

March 25, 2004

The Lights Are Still On In The Parking Garage.

When she watches three-thousand red worms, the size of the fingers of a baby, vibrating in unified sound, fall out of the ignition switch.

Posted by dean at 04:03 PM

Improve.

Posted by dean at 01:45 AM

March 23, 2004

Scatter-Sheet, Page 240.

The wander had begun with the rhythm kept by his feet, to the extent that his feet were keeping a rhythm. One-two, one-two-three, one-two-three-four. Then the numbers had become words, and the words had become a chant, and the chant had progressed to a memory.

Posted by dean at 10:49 AM

March 21, 2004

Bad Numbers.

Posted by dean at 05:30 PM

March 19, 2004

Scatter-Sheet, Page 223.

Underneath "Stop procrastinating" he had typed: "Imagine an atom of hydrogen."

Posted by dean at 10:06 AM

March 16, 2004

Color Psychology & Color Theory.

Some occultists tell of an astral world where spiritual culture reigns supreme. It is inhabited by the nature spirits of Paracelsus, the undines (water spirits), the sylphs (air spirits), the gnomes (earth spirits), and the salamanders (fire spirits).

In Panchadasi's book, this world is described as having seven planes graded according to degrees of vibration. [Faber Birren]

Posted by dean at 02:32 AM

March 13, 2004

Putting.

Posted by dean at 09:12 PM

Scatter-Sheet, Page 213.

A cat hater. A mouse lover. A rat protector. A gangster's chauffeur.

Posted by dean at 07:04 PM

March 12, 2004

Scatter-Sheet, Page 197.

Light is a wave of photons that travels at 186,000 miles a second, until it hits our retina. At that point, light is stopped dead in its tracks and converted into an energy impulse, which is then translated by our brains into an image. This is the one time that light can be seen at rest, when we see it.

Posted by dean at 11:53 PM

Imagination & Gender.

And totally refreshing to hear a response so open, so unexploitative of the situation. It's become a key phrase -- very salutary when you feel a touch of the gnomics coming on. It's so much more releasing to admit that you don't know. It removes weight, imposition, tension. It opens doors. [Pam Gems]

Posted by dean at 03:38 PM

March 09, 2004

The Cooper Temple Clause : "Let's Kill Music".

We dare you to mean a single word you say
We dare you to mean a single word you say
We dare you to mean a single word you say
We dare you to mean a single word you say
We dare you to mean a single word you say
We dare you to mean a single word you say
We dare you to mean a single word you say.

Posted by dean at 10:02 PM

March 06, 2004

Face.

Posted by dean at 11:27 PM

Scatter-Sheet, Page 103 + 104.

A smile was a good reason for a boy to wait on a hot dusty road, hoping the smile might walk that way again; an indifferent turn of the head was an agony of rejection -- and both could cause sleepless nights.

Posted by dean at 06:19 PM

March 05, 2004

This Is Exactly How I Imagined It Would Be.

Except we'd be older.

And you'd have darker hair.

And I didn't have a two-hundred watt piece of metal duct-taped to the inside of my thigh.

You can see the smile in my head.

Posted by dean at 06:56 PM

March 04, 2004

Scatter-Sheet, Page 78.

Fat-Boy's hands and life, taken by a Kastila plantation owner with eyebrows as white as seagulls, cut by a young man with a red mist in his head.

Posted by dean at 02:51 AM

March 03, 2004

Scatter-Sheet, Page 8 + 9.

One drag on the cigarette and his gaze zoned straight to the peephole -- straight like a zoom lens, nicotine clarity.

Posted by dean at 12:23 AM

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