Footprints on The Bottom of My Shoes

  • Feb. 6th, 2008 at 9:11 AM
jack flanders


Fig. 1 - Portman sporting a rakish moustache on the new cover of Flash Art


Things Which Bear a Mysterious Link That Eludes You and Me:
1. Peeking out my blinds this morning, I was afraid it had sniced last night, but it was just snow, maybe a snizzle, but certainly not a snownpour.
2. Listening to some internets radio yesterday and Fraud in The '80s came on and on my bulletin board Elvis Presley (wearing gold lame and balanced by crotch on a pin) liked it so much he jumped off.
3. Exercising my rights, I wore my "I Voted Today!" sticker all day yesterday, but kind of wished that I got a sticker that said "I am a Superfat Tuesdanian?"
4. It's so important to court the fictional place vote. For fictional electorates, of course.

"I've been entertained and inspired by Garrison Keillor's work through the years," Obama said in a statement. "As president, I will wake up every day thinking about how I can help make life better in places like Lake Wobegon all across the country."


And apparently Chabon wrote a discussion for some internet newspaper website that I can't see because I'm not registered--here's where the promise of the internets breaks down.

5. My three hundred two volume project is coming to fruition tonight and I'm sort of sad to see those brown hardcovers go. Empty Book Nest? I remember watching that show with my mom when I was a kid.
6. When the clime gets more tropicalian, I must find a tree for my lunches and compose songs on my mandolin whilst eating avocados and two ideas of my own design (don't tell anyone, please--you're sworn to secrecy now): pizza soup and pizza burritos.
jack flanders

All The Mustachioed Kids Are Doing It

  • Sep. 7th, 2007 at 9:16 AM
jack flanders
Did what every enterprising adult should do on their first day back from work yesterday--I went to the dentist. It's okay, they know me there--I used to have to go before school every couple of weeks to get my partial repaired. I like to chat it up with the head assistant because she's got that Oklahoman accent where you don't move your face or lips or teeth but talk like you're trying to beat the world record.

The dentist decided to take impressions and so I immediately pulled out the ol' "It's been awhile, but when I was a kid I did a mean Daffy Duck." The goo this time was blue, and they weren't too careful so I ended up with a pretty plastic periwinkle mustache. I should have kept it.