0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
To revive the original poetry-generating mechanism, ancient – and to some extent modern – poets have resorted to trance states, drugs, and other attempts to return the right hemisphere to its full linguistic power. (T) p. 245
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Comments Made in the Year 1955 (the year I was born).
If cigarettes keep going up in price, I’m going to quit. A quarter a pack is ridiculous.
When I started smoking, cigarettes were $10 a carton. When I joined the fleet that dropped to $2 a carton at sea.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Many normal people get a tune stuck in their heads, a tune the Germans call an ohrwrum, or ear-worm. p. 243
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Comments Made in the Year 1955 (the year I was born).
Did you hear the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter?
Postage in the United States is still, by far, the greatest bargain in the World.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
True happiness in work almost always involves such a feeling of flow. (T) p. 238
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Comments Made in the Year 1955 (the year I was born).
I’ll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it’s going to be impossible to buy a week’s groceries for $20.00.
The rule for baggers used to be that a sack would hold $10 worth of groceries. If the customer paid $33.46, then you used three bags. If the total was $37.98, then you used four bags. Now you know why bags keep getting smaller and smaller.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Melpomene, muse of tragedy. (T) p. 236
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
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1513 by Jeff Hess
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Calling an illegal alien an “undocumented immigrant” is like calling a drug dealer an “unlicensed pharmacist.”
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
The only way we know we are not delusional, of course, is to see if other people approve of our thoughts. How melancholy. In some ways I liked it better when metaphors were supreme, when truths were self-evident and other people”s approval was only dimly relevant. If a cloud was threatening or an idea important, I could see it vibrate with meaning; I did not have to look over my shoulder to see if anyone else was impressed.
Psychotics tend to share this indifference to public opinion with a rather different group, visionaries. On occasion, they share another, more peculiar characteristic: the belief that ideas are being put into their minds or dictated to them by another being. In psychotics, psychiatrists call this thought insertion or auditory hallucination. Artists call it the muse. p. 235-6
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
The latest survey shows that three out of four people make up 75 percent of the population.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
The only way we know we are not delusional, of course, is to see if other people approve of our thoughts. (T) p. 235
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
The American Medical Association has weighed in on the President’s health care proposals, viz:
The Allergists voted to scratch it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves. The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve.
The Obstetricians felt they were all laboring under a misconception. Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted. Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body!” while the Pediatricians said, “Oh, Grow up!”
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it. Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing. The Internists thought it was a bitter pill to swallow, and the Plastic Surgeons said, “This puts a whole new face on the matter….”
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea. The Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas, and the Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington.
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