a good book

people love to consume media. what if it were the other way around?

a book that devours readers, growing it's internal story. the short story would follow the book from place to place as new readers are brought into it. and at the end of course, the reader would feel like he/she was similarly taken.

the day the celebrity company was born

so, the store opened after a final 60-to-0 countdown. cheers resounded throughout the city streets, and cameras were held aloft as people recorded the scene. people were taking their last photos with their non-iPhones. they were well on their way to coolness. you would think there was a foreign dignitary in town, or at least a popular celebrity. but no, but was for a portable technology offering from a popular company.

it takes technology to mobilize a re-evolution. and a post-acquisition franchise coffee.

sad rhombus

one there was a sad rhombus who upset the squares. he was all hunched over and had spots. the other parallelograms picked on him, especially the elitist squares. even the quadrilaterals got in on the act, then the class of rectangles at large.

this rhombus had to sit at the back of the bus.

the unknown

there is comfort in the unknown, knowing that you do not know what fate lies around the corner, what the coroner will mutter under his breath over your recently deceased corpse. and what your mother will think then they pry open your hard drive. always wear clean underware!

cobol programmer

he was a cobol programmer. now he drives a porsche w/licence plate: y2k 911. he's a-okay, makin' that mo'nay. takin' a to'nay, but he's so lone'lay. 'cause now the job's gone 'way.

the twilight zone

having watched about 30 episodes of rod serling's masterpiece series at the intersection of horror, theatre, and science fiction (which many of us like to call speculative fiction) over the past month or so (thanks dvr technology), i've come to the conclusion that serling was one of the greatest genius writers of his time.

it's high time someone started making television like this again, and i don't mean rehashing the series as was done in the 80s. the original 60s series is the only one that's right.

there needs to be a new serling, a new voice pondering what ifs into the night, somewhere at the intersection of sleep and dream, at the intersection of reality and fantasy, at the intersection of day and night ... the twilight zone.

byt called something else and with modern pacing, but not obnoxious like so much modern tv rubbish!

future memories

deja tu is so much friendlier than deja vu. both refer to a sort of futurized memory that is triggered when the scene is relived.

until i met her, i could've sworn i hadn't ever seen her before this day. but something about her hair floating in the breeze, undisturbed by her body, as they shot along their own trajectories, the sound of the bus' brakes ringing through the streets, the smell of warm pads soon to follow, seemed so familiar to me.

i felt horrible for not addressing her as she passed by, letting her walk out into the oncoming cars without greeting, without warning. i thought she knew the lights were out. i had turned just in time to witness the impact.

as her head rolled past, the pale blue eyes staring up at me, i realized that this has not yet happened... it is but a deja tu waiting for a formalism. i fear the day that it does.