Thursday, July 31, 2014
He had never really been able to discover a decent antidote for writer's block.
Posted by Zach at 5:18 AM
She was aware that there were forests where trees and plants and other organisms wouldn't grow.
Posted by Zach at 5:14 AM
He had entered one of those sterile waiting rooms where all creativity was put on hold.
Posted by Zach at 5:12 AM
Sunday, July 27, 2014
He couldn't resist a glazed or chocolate-frosted donut.
She constantly reminded him that his generalizations had to be drawn up over and over with each new set of circumstances.
Posted by Zach at 9:22 AM
What the films had taught his generation is that there should always be music, at the very least noise--in the background, middle ground, foreground: that silence is artificial.
Posted by Zach at 9:21 AM
Friday, July 25, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
It wasn't uncommon for him to become totally bogged down with his blogging.
Posted by Zach at 11:52 AM
She argued calmly and confidently and carefully before the executive board, as if cruising through a neighborhood filled with playing children, that terrible, self-absorbed drivers were spurring the need for rapid advancements in driverless automotive technologies.
Posted by Zach at 11:51 AM
When he switched from Google to Google+, he wound up minus something.
Posted by Zach at 11:43 AM
Sunday, July 20, 2014
She gaped out of the rain-streaked window contemplating how she could help the men feel more comfortable with her extremely high level of knowledge and expertise without furthering their deep-seated feelings of inferiority.
Posted by Zach at 9:29 AM
He shuddered to think what other intelligent life would conclude about them based upon topical analyses of film and television studies.
The made-for-television series confirmed what she already knew--that there was as much misogyny embedded in the culture as sugar on sugar-coated cereals, or poppy and sesame seeds on everything bagels, or cinnamon and sugar on cinnamon donuts.
Posted by Zach at 9:23 AM
Thursday, July 17, 2014
He hoped that if he fell flat on his face there would be a banana cream pie on the ground.
Posted by Zach at 4:17 AM
He was hoping to discover the hallmark of quietude in the country beyond the orange groves.
Posted by Zach at 4:16 AM
Ideas came to her mind the way mail arrived in the mailbox.
Posted by Zach at 4:09 AM
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
When the alien interrogation was over, they left her in a soft clearing in the woods about a mile from her house with some nice parting gifts.
Posted by Zach at 3:07 AM
Who didn't chase a cheese cake muffin with a strong cup of coffee?
Posted by Zach at 3:04 AM
And for his sins, he only allowed himself to eat sugarless cereals in the morning (not true).
Posted by Zach at 3:03 AM
Saturday, July 12, 2014
They met on their lunch breaks--two artists in their own rights--and wandered together through the museum and talked, vaguely aware of the art.
Posted by Zach at 3:22 AM
She insisted on starting each day with a cup of French-pressed coffee, a croissant and the voice of the diva.
Posted by Zach at 3:17 AM
He never grew tired of his Pop Art books.
Posted by Zach at 3:15 AM
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
It was all French toast to him.
She treasured the moments he was able to break out of his lugubrious philosophical stand up.
If after all of that laughter he found nothing funny, then he would at least bask in the satisfaction of having put forth a Herculean effort.
Posted by Zach at 4:26 AM
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
He knew that this country's biggest issue was greed, and that many, many other issues could be tackled if greed could be eliminated from the equation.
Posted by Zach at 6:15 AM
She wasn't down with all of this fancy schmancy bullshit.
Posted by Zach at 6:07 AM
He told the young mother on the cafe patio that she might want to cover her children's eyes and look away while he devoured his chocolate chip muffin.
Posted by Zach at 6:06 AM
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
After all of the blood work came back, his doctor concluded that he was suffering from a poetry deficiency, and, after subjecting him to a brief questionnaire, prescribed Ginsberg, O'Hara, Koch and Wakoski.
Posted by Zach at 8:58 AM
She understood him better than anyone else.
Posted by Zach at 8:55 AM
Between the scrambled eggs and fluffy pancakes, he discovered a Slim Jim--not quite what you were thinking.
Posted by Zach at 8:53 AM
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Sometimes he wanted information; sometimes he wanted entertainment.
Posted by Zach at 6:48 AM
Now, as he aged, a certain cache of memories began to strike him as too absurd or outrageous to have actually occurred, and yet the very unlikelihood of the substance of these recollections is precisely what gave them a sense of credibility, despite the unreliability of his memory, because he knew, to his dismay, that his imagination would be hard pressed to create the lines, shapes and values of these particular shades.
Posted by Zach at 6:47 AM
He thoroughly enjoyed not how but that Ke$ha rhymed "saber-toothed tiger" with "warm Budweiser."
Posted by Zach at 6:30 AM