Monday, June 26, 2006




Hey kids -- Dad's got a great idea: Let's form a singing group, and tour the upper midwest!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Spam Poetry



Somewhere in Austin, Minnesota, the world's greatest Dada poet is working for Hormel. Now and then, he or she adds a a few verses to outgoing spam. Most of these treasures are hastily discarded by their recipients. I'm keeping some of my favorites to pass along to future generations. Here, my angels, are a few for you to savor:

"dissuse, coffee shop, is sweeten muted of hickory imperialist

but contaminate in musical psychoanalyze auburn,

to greed, conspicuous was
bomb disposal
but RIP veterinary as fool it regrettably turnpike and as brotherly appall,. an scorch,
agony was simper grits a an

wrestle and toehold, a tickle as blue blood
cogency cable TV that mice incinerator oriental inexplicably a the

preservative stymie the of as mass media to CEO?!
defensive. annually of dramatist twin of open trio blab preference
brown, restaurant the coin, legal pad slut a fiat,
forswore rascal... uncomfortable, financial rescind understaffed? mutilation, in was cataclysm a as cloudless beautifully the woolens, vise withheld

alienation skillfully guidance bleak a mattress: parliamentary was
erroneously,: a adoration with mantel expel modernity nerve an... pod, veer:"



...and this somewhat less baroque treat:


"mamma you apostate me,

bleak deltoid expose inquisitive .

contemplate you millet me, fictive .

iliad you pulsar me,

koppers reel docket"

My Dear Athanasius...

I have fallen in love all over again.

The spirit of Athanasius Kircher, as embodied in the Society that shares his name, is lovely, talented, and wise.

Here are a few treasures from the Kircher Society's blog:



Dr Lintgen, who could identify pieces of classical music just by examining the grooves on records.




Flowers painted by Margaret Watts Hughes in the 1880s, using an "eidophone". This invention allowed Hughes to create images using only her voice.




Franz Reichelt in the suit that he hoped would enable him to fly. In 1911, he wore it in a leap from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Apparently, he left a rather substanial crater at its base.

Friday, June 09, 2006



I have a pouch.

I know how to use it.