The Camelot of RMN

Richard Milhous Nixon:

A man who was 'not a criminal' by his own non-admission.

Next Person In Line !

The Philly cheese steak. Never had one, but it's something I'd like to acquire as a guilty pleasure.

Here's To My 'Odyssey Years'

L.A.

Come home from a night's drinking, plunge into the pool, do laps, get out, throw up, watch TV.

Bureaucrat's Bible (Fragment)

1) Don't answer direct questions.

2) Put nothing in writing unless it's camouflaged.

Cogito, Ergo Stew

The only beings we know 'know', are we.

We, being only, know the 'know'.

Know only: being we, are 'know'.

'Manpower'

America's slavery: began wrong, continued wrong, still echoes wrong.

The Jumper

If the dollars push in the wrong direction

I know my place on the cliff

Mental Acuity

Great stuff

Lower and wider circles

We can't hear you

Who Goes There?

As to 'use value'

They need the engineers, and they know it.

They need me, and they don't know it.

I'm the wind whispering.

You-ah Fathah Is My Sistah's Uncle's Brothah

Your paternal grandmother's married surname?

Of course: it's your surname. Unless, that is, unless you're a woman, married, who's taken on, as is custom, your spouse's surname as yours. Only your birth name would serve.

And, even then, were you a woman nowadays, it's not unthinkable that both your parents went against custom and your mother did not change to your father's name, but retained her own birth name, or, alternatively, like the Spanish, combined the two (though in English not with the word "and", but rather with a hyphen).

And -- chew on this -- what if your paternal grandmother got remarried after your grandfather had passed on? Or if she previously had been married and the further question arises which married surname was being sought?

Organization Man

Facts: Tackling dummies a season before the game.

Data: Families whose stories you guess about.

Studies: Styleless opinions, democratically-dressed, hieratically-used

And That's The Meta-Truth

No one 'gives' you the truth (let alone 'tells' it to you).




You trip over it

You earn it

You create it

Will Age For Food

Old guy in training.

Hitching to Oldguyville.

Methuselodger

Save Me A Seat In The Columbarium.

Top Urner

Future Remains

The Sound In The Crowd

Money shouts.

You don't have to listen.

Shock Fear Verse Bits

Will the deathbed be like winter chills

And pain cries be my whippoorwills

Presumptive flakes of blinding weather

Lost in the fear of what bad whether