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good grief | a brief exposition on the letter “g”
“G” is a confusing letter to have to relate to for an internet post. My cellphone has 3 Gs, but fancier people’s have 4. Good AND gravy start with the letter “g”.
theavantguardian mailbag, or “tagbag”, answers every question ever
I'd like to know everyone's ideas about art, sex, revolution, and most importantly your dark inner secrets that you only tell your pillow. The great debate. Whatever that debate happens to be.
this week on the avant guardian\/\/cinnamon
“Cinnamon. It should be on tables in restaurants along with salt and pepper. Anytime someone says, “Ooh, this is so good – what’s in this?” the answer invariably comes back, “cinnamon.” Cinnamon. Again and again.“ -Jerry Seinfeld “Tigers love pepper… they hate cinnamon.“ -Zack Galifianakis “I like cinnamon rolls. That’s why I wish they made, like, a cinnamon roll incense. ‘Cause I don’t always have time to make a pan. Perhaps I’d rather light a stick, and have my roommates wake up with false hopes.“ -Mitch Hedberg Image via: http://www.vuatkerala.org/
blogpost on nothing
“I am here and there is nothing to say.“ -John Cage “Lecture on Nothing” ~~~~~~~ I am somewhere, and everyone has too much to say. Tune in next week for chicken flava ranting about the oil spill. Cause that’s what everyone needs. A loosely informed hack. In the meantime become fan of Chicken Flava on Facebook or you could even follow him around the Twitter. Have a happy Memorial Day people. Don’t drink too much Rolling Rock. OK drink too much Rolling Rock. Image credit: Ruby Quincunx
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Time, time, time. The Cloudy Messenger. That which escapes all of us. Flash indeed. Most people no longer use a watch so the piece of music above, Leroy Anderson’s The Syncopated Clock (1944), sounds like a lulling relic of a playful time where brass was oiled, and tea came with DELICIOUS cookies. Push play. I could check my watch all day to that ish! Pops gave me a pocket watch for my birthday this year. A huge antique train conductor’s watch. It’s like having a metal ice cream sandwich in your pocket. Like the ones from camp that came six to a plastic clamshell. Good god I want one, it’s so hot outside. And there’s a huge chain on this watch that gives it the authority of a mace. Watch is legit. Not built for skinny jeans. It’s for those who REALLY need to know what time it is. I could have used that watch this past weekend when every mode of communication went to hell in one glossy-sleek-personal-hand-held-computing-basket. My friend Officer Mike, in an act of complete and utter lunacy, decided to run a 50 mile ultra marathon from mile marker 51 to mile marker 1 in the Florida Keys. It [...]
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