Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Works Cited

I have met many intellectuals whose conversation was bad for my mind: Marxists, existentialists, postmodernists. A Marxist colleague at the National Enquirer, where I worked for several months in the mid-1960s, never stopped ranting about the evils of "the System." (He had a Ph.D. in history.) A colleague at a Washington think tank, where I worked in the mid-1970s, talked continually about the negative effects of modernity. (He had a Ph.D. in philosophy.) If I hear someone say modernity or dialectical or existential or psychoanalytical, I can no longer pay attention, for I am thinking--perhaps unfairly--that this person is going to bore me to death.

Stephen Miller, Conversation: A History of a Declining Art

Esprit d'Gym Escalier

BENCHPRESSER: Can you spot me?

SCOTT: Sure! You're right there! Do I win something?

BENCHPRESSER: ...

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Voicemail

DAD ON VOICEMAIL:

Hey, Scott, it's Dad. I saw this in the paper the other day and thought you'd get a kick out of it. I know you're a Vonnegut reader. Apparently he said this:

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:

THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC