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Monthly Archives: April 2001

Einstein often forgot to wear pants.

Details from a receipt found between pages 56 & 57 of Journey Without Maps by Graham Greene, bought at Twice Sold Tales in Seattle: Denny’s 727 E. Palm Canyon Drive Palm Springs CA, 92262-0000 Table # 006 ORD# 0063 PTY#01 Name : VICTORIA (4) 1 BBQ WINGS SKLLT 6.59 1 BEER-DOMESTIC 2.08 1 MILLSTONE COFFEE [...]

by the reservoir park

Walking home from late night grocery shopping, What I first see as someone riding a 6-foot unicycle in the dark, turns out to be a man riding a tricked-out bicycle. Part of the frame of one bike is welded to another bike frame, making it twice the height of a normal bike. Adjustments have been [...]

Road movie

Another in a series of films I only saw the end of: In a gas station, Mary Steenburgen is talking crazy talk at a bunch of country bumpkins. Frustrated, she steps outside into the desert and sees the kid from the Sixth Sense drive by really fast in a convertible. A man is stuck upside [...]

Easter Beagle

At the coffee shop, a single serving of jelly beans sealed in a little plastic bag inside a clear plastic egg. At Westlake Center: Kids are break dancing. People are holding giant crosses aloft. A stage is set up where a man is singing. Someone mans a booth with a sign that says, “Are you [...]

This is the one.

I gave that guy a few odd postcards today.

Justin writes about grout puns

Justin writes about grout puns written between the tiles of the men’s restrooms at PSU. By chance I was dumbfounded by a similiar piece of work in the men’s room at the Elysian a while back. Every piece of grout graffiti in sight was some kind of post-modern comment on grout or grout graphiti. I [...]

He’s wall-eyed, has a weathered

He‘s wall-eyed, has a weathered face, stocking cap, & a thin goatee. He came up to me one day and asked if I had any baseball cards that I could give him. I don’t know where that came from, maybe he saw me reading a comic and assumed I was a collector. So over the [...]

A rusty old Dodge pickup

A rusty old Dodge pickup and its driver are stranded at the corner of Olive and Melrose. Somehow the truck has been maneuvered onto the sidewalk and is backed up against a tree. The hood is propped open with a golf club and the driver is leaning against it, waiting. I walk past and nod [...]