josh blog

Ordinary language is all right.

One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.

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8 Jun '17 04:51:41 AM

'Rain falls out of the cloud you've sent into the model.'

('Of course, if water boils in a pot, steam comes out of the pot, and also a picture of steam comes out of a picture of the pot. But what if one insisted on saying that there must also be something boiling in the picture of the pot?')

8 Jun '17 02:50:27 AM

'Good luck', says one barista to another who goes off to clean a bathroom.

8 Jun '17 01:13:18 AM

A sniffler, a constant sniffler, wearing big salmon-pink headphones.

7 Jun '17 04:58:59 AM

Two (subsequently embarrassed) baristas running into opposite sides of a swing door at the same time.

5 Jun '17 06:06:32 AM

A rusty old Huffy parked just at the edge of a stand of trees.

4 Jun '17 02:01:36 AM

A graying postal worker, sitting on a blanket in the grass before her apartment, her uniform unbuttoned, as one loosens one's tie at the end of a workday. She is writing.

4 Jun '17 01:58:19 AM

A dog, of uncertain intentions, but blundering garrulous doglike velocity, called back by its owner to the door from which it escaped to meet me.

4 Jun '17 01:56:22 AM

In advance of the throngs that will descend upon them on Sunday—the annual street fair—the funeral home on Grand has fenced its flowerbeds off with little more than a white cord, as if to say, meekly: look.

4 Jun '17 01:53:14 AM

Their talk lulls momentarily as they work, and then, one barista says to the other: 'I got chased by a raccoon the other night!'.