Tom Chiarella might be my favorite author to clip, not only because of the originality of his topics but because of his pithy, honest terseness and his wry approach to modern life.

Now pardon me while I mull over what all this implies about me, Clipmarks, and the entire history of humanity alone in a corner somewhere....

Some people are smart. They stay away. You might call this respect. Others are pathological in their worry. "Why so glum?" they ask. Or "How you doing, big guy?" And just because they won't honor my need to be alone in public, to stretch around inside the muscle of my worry, or respect the fact that a smile is sometimes just a tiresome, mawkish mask, I flat-out lie. I tell them I'm doing fine. Jim Dandy. Then I smile and wait for a good moment to turn back to my troubles -- which now include the fact that some jackass thinks it's okay to call me "big guy."

ah, so thats why you've been so quiet eh?....

Not really. I just thought it was a fun article.

I've been out causing mischief in the "real" world. I thought it was about time I started getting into trouble with my fellow clippers again and, so far, it appears to be a working exceedingly well!

Nice.

Brooding implies that one is having Deep Thoughts, though, and I'm not sure I have enough of them to ever 'brood'!

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cemented/ anon xox

"We are like the inmates of a mental institution who must accept its inhumanity and insensitivity as caring and knowledgeableness if we hope to be regarded as sane enough to leave."
........Alexander Lowen
...........Fear of life.

Most peoples lives are dominated by silly dogmas..

Thank goodness, because brooding is one of the few things I actually am good at doing! All my other skills are over-hyped or trivial...

But the reason I pop is because every time somebody calls me "big guy" I am dangerously tempted to send them home in an ambulance.

Reminds me of Charles Bukowski