Everything except fully autonomic bodily functions could be done differently. That’s the nature of human creativity.
Tag Archives: life
PROMPT: Challenges
Finding the humor in the collapse of Western civilization.
PROMPT: Nostalgic
Reminders of my time in the military, particularly an overseas tour in England.
PROMPT: Creative
The answer depends upon stress.
If it’s, “How are YOU creative?” then I think the question is a little insulting and I wouldn’t dignify it with a response.
If: “How are you CREATIVE?” (then it’s missing a comma before the last word, but) I’ll just say, “Very well, thanks for asking.”
If: “How ARE you creative?” Then I’ll assume it’s as opposed to how I was creative in the past, and would reply, “Better, thanks for asking.”
If: “HOW are you creative?” The answer is, of course, “practice!”
PROMPT: Year You Were Born
I’m told Nixon was in the White House and the Beatles broke up, but I don’t really know anything about it. (If you want to get epistemological about it.)
PROMPT: Most Happy
In moments of recognition of the world’s absurdity that suggest that any response other than amusement or bemusement is purely a waste of mental energy.
PROMPT: A Year Ago
Definitely not. There are – literally – robots on the streets where I am today. There were cows on the streets where I was a year ago.
I don’t find picturing the future to be a productive endeavor. A year from now the robot wave will have hit Bangalore and cattle in the streets may be a fixture of Atlanta (because raising one’s own cow will be the only way to afford beef.) [Not to mention, there’s a significant chance that I’ll be in neither of those places.]
PROMPT: Skills or Lessons
Shopping for crazy. I’ve become aware that – during some time periods, it’s mandated that there be one bat-shit insane person per subway car — and that, if there are more than that, they need to spread out evenly and give the stage to one among them — a Car Crazy Champion, if you will. After riding in a car with a urine-drenched crack addict who paced the length of the car eating (and sloshing) some pungent food from a Styrofoam container, I realized I should have been in the next car with the very nicely dressed and clean-cut man in what seemed to be a self-created and self-imposed uniform reading aloud from the Bible. I no longer concern myself with what car gets me closest to the appropriate exit, rather I shop around for the least objectionable crazy.
PROMPT: First Day
Today is the first day of the rest of this week.
PROMPT: Animals
Sure, I just saw a bird fly past my window, and I’m fairly certain that it wasn’t domesticated.
