Progress
In the future all our children will be born with carpal tunnel.
Cecil Vortex
Office Life
It’s not natural — how still we sit hands hooked over keys, fingers curled in arthritic crunch, Blinking at black and white characters. Blink tap. Blink tap. You take an ape. You want it to sit that still, that long. You basically have to kill it.
The Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch Prizes Revealed!
You may be wondering: How will you, as an active participant in the GRDM, be rewarded for your considerable pain and suffering? It’s a question as old as The Book of Job. And once again, as with Job, the answer involves Pat Benatar. To incent group participation (in the form of weekly posting to the … Read more
And the monkey and the good friend and the wine tasting of it all
More Monkey Vortex madness. From the folks what brought you Clowney, it’s: The Good Friend, written by eb, with keys and voice by, er, well…me. Enjoy! -CV
x-post: and the lumpy and the wampum and the monkey of it all
Since last I hyped, two new episodes of Monkey Vortex have gone live. Now ready for your listening pleasure: Eerie Wampum, a colloborative poem/guitararchestra experience, brought to you by Rodney K. and Yaniv Soha. Plus, the third episode of
9:05 a.m.
There’s a campfire in Carol’s coffee cup. Smoke signals. S.O.S. “Get me. Out of. Here.”
Bean Thread Noodles
Here’s an all-new micro-tune featuring the legendary Jake Vortex on tenor sax. We call this one Bean Thread Noodles, because much like traditional bean thread noodles, it’s made from ground mung beans. Oh yeah! Seriously though, I have no idea what that means. Mung beans? That can’t be right can it? Is that a typo? … Read more
The Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch Gameplan
27 people have now signed up for the Deathmarch. And I think it’s safe to say that this little idea has now morphed from an amusing notion into a full-fledged movement — a movement that may well change the way people think about reading books and talking about them on blogs forever. Here’s the rough … Read more
Strategy
She liked to look the other way when she opened bathroom doors because you never know.
Soul
Soul is not space, not molecules. You can fit all the world’s souls in the crack of your ass. However, just because you can doesn’t mean you should.