*applies to defibrilator to journal*

Hello posterity.

Entry after running.

Is there anything more beautiful than a book? For all of my appreciation of art, architecture, the sky, trees, park benches, philosophy, eyeballs, well-steamed broccoli, antibiotics and women, I still believe that nothing compares to a book. I don´t care if it´s Kafka, Eco, my neighbour, or some gibberish written by one of Borges´ monkeys, books ( Read more... )

Ah, sleep, sweet abandon. Take me with you.

I sit in a paper office. I make eyes at the sprinkler. It looks at me. 20 minutes of flirting with inanimate objects go by. A sip of Black Cherry. Pseudo-alone, the ur-reporter of modern times. A man, he walks the streets which treat him coldly. Today, another zephyr for the unbuttoned-jacket-lover.

THEORY:I have concocted a solution to all of our disgusting world´s problems. No longer shall Cote D´Ivoirian children starve, nor shall planes collide into anything, and neither shall profit margins ever be low. Corporations and government will run at 100% efficiency, and technology will advance at such astronomical rates that all of the issues ( Read more... )

And so, mostly due to the patheticness of some of my friends, my copy of A Confederacy of Dunces survived a memorable journey to the United Arab Emirates, and back, rather unopened. I´m cosidering writing that on the inside jacket and having the bearer sign it, as to inform future generations of readers of the fledgling Bruno Library that this ( Read more... )

I despise cotton balls. I despise them with rarely-felt passion. Little marshmellow-like pseudo-spheres of fiber with no discernible use. I think I have hated them ever since, as a child, I fell into a pile of fiberglass insulation. It was one of the worst physical experiences of my life (second only to eating Fresh Grocer food and Math 104). The ( Read more... )

I would like to share this with my journal. Apparently, I am a good servant of the Lord, have a daughter named Natalia (whom I pray for every night), preach for the Ducuali congregation in Managua and produce a television program.

How ironic is it that this guy has been to Cuba several times? Quite.

I hate how Awake Bruno and Sleeping Bruno are always at odds. Here is a dialogue they had this morning:

Awake Bruno: "Hey, man, wake up, you have a train to catch in an hour and a half."
Sleeping Bruno: "Hey, man, you can just go to hell ( Read more... )

Geography will soon have to be described in three-dimensional terms. Cities expand like so much leavened bread, Afghan warlords bury their flunkies into mountain-tunnels, all while the world refuses to advance its mindset vis-a-vis location. I predict a future in which we have X-Y-Z addresses, as floors and cave levels become so expansive that a ( Read more... )