Sunday, January 5, 2014

New Year's Aims

Everyone has the inalienable right to play with words.   It is more inherant than the tendency to play with one's food.  But it is the former fleck of conduct that made Winston Churchill a famous wit.   While dull witted blather is associated with brain damage.   A compelling case, not so?

I invented a word, and am longing for the recognition that is supposed to come with discovery. It is the property of 'ballsoutness,' of working in a 'balls out  way,' that needed a term with which to wend it's pendulous meaning.  A dear friend passed recently, a man who had lived his fifty nine years in a very balls out way.  No name dropping just now, trying to be more sensitive, per recent New Year's resolution.  Still have the sticky eye secretions gluing the swollen canthus, from the drinking bender, that comes with flipping the calendar year.  But the much honored decedent had unique ballsoutness, and his life is being fictionalized, in an off track shot at writing a novel about blue collar life in Pittsburgh.  On an unrelated note:

Armani:     I noticed the Armani look in magazine ads and in some of my favorite indy flicks, and instantly, the world divided between people who had the look, and assholes.  This harsh judgement is temporarily suspended for the project mentioned above.  Less judgement and more description is what's cooking on the hot plate.  Dress daring.

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