Falling and Laughing

K., Erik, 1977– Falling and laughing Chicago: 2007. p. : ill. (some col.); imaginary dimensions. Coarse language sometimes used. Non-fiction, except for bits fabricated by author. SUMMARY: Music-, dog-, word-besotted Chicago man discovers he enjoys talking back to the internet. Fun times ensue. SEE ALSO: SUBJECTS OCCUPATION: Lapsed librarian, current designer, aspiring flâconteur (rare minotaur-like creature that is half flâneur, half raconteur).

SUBJECTS Falling and laughing 1. Thoughts--their shape. 2. Thoughts--ones had while walking dog. 3. Thoughts--ones that made me laugh. 4. Thoughts--the kind I’ve got. 5. Spleen--its venting. 6. Japery--assorted. 7. Words. 8. Music. 9. Books. 10. Obsessions--varied. 11. Animals--facts. 12. Animals--made-up things.  13. Dogs--beloved halfling Rottweiler. 14. Birds-- the bowerbird. 15. Birds--the great bustard. 16. Illinois--Chicago--residents--lives and customs. 17. Happiness--its pursuit.

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My friend Josh, who needs to start a laff-blog of his own already, sent me an email with the greatest subject line ever yesterday. The event in question? Attending a contemporary art auction next week, where a Banksy print Josh owns will be on the block. (Banksy is pretty heterosexual, contemporary-artist-wise, right?) Anyway, the delights of this email didn’t end with the subject line. I have received permission to quote my favorite part, in which Josh suggests that contemporary art auction attendance might be the ideal way for me to meet that special someone: Also, per the subject line, it would be an excellent opportunity to let people presume we’re total gaybos for each other: plastic framed glasses, an interest in art, intriguing shoes… we must be gay!  Which, of course, means it would be an ideal situation to meet chicks!  I’ve already got one good one, so you could have mine.  That’s right - TWO HOT ART CHICKS OF YOUR VERY OWN!  Plus, if they’re fancy enough to have been to an auction, you know they’ve already knocked out at least one weird Eyes Wide Shut style 3 way.  So what’s another?  Right? I replied thusly: I will go to this with you on one condition: if it is the kind of auction where bidders hold up paddles, I get to brandish our paddle, periodically mock-spanking you with it while saying, “You’re in big trouble with this when we get home, Mister!” in a saucy voice. Deal? I think we should totally write a treatment for this posing-as-a-gay-couple-to-meet-girls ruse and shop it around as a kind of “I Love You, Man” bromance for the arty/indie set. [NOTE TO LADIES ESP. ALLIE: JOSH IS MARRIED / I WOULD BE THE RUSE BENEFICIARY] P.S. For the curious, my and Josh’s previous best attempt being mistaken for a gay couple was attending last summer’s Joanna Newsom show at the CSO.

My friend Josh, who needs to start a laff-blog of his own already, sent me an email with the greatest subject line ever yesterday. The event in question? Attending a contemporary art auction next week, where a Banksy print Josh owns will be on the block. (Banksy is pretty heterosexual, contemporary-artist-wise, right?)

Anyway, the delights of this email didn’t end with the subject line. I have received permission to quote my favorite part, in which Josh suggests that contemporary art auction attendance might be the ideal way for me to meet that special someone:

Also, per the subject line, it would be an excellent opportunity to let people presume we’re total gaybos for each other: plastic framed glasses, an interest in art, intriguing shoes… we must be gay!  Which, of course, means it would be an ideal situation to meet chicks!  I’ve already got one good one, so you could have mine.  That’s right - TWO HOT ART CHICKS OF YOUR VERY OWN!  Plus, if they’re fancy enough to have been to an auction, you know they’ve already knocked out at least one weird Eyes Wide Shut style 3 way.  So what’s another?  Right?

I replied thusly:

I will go to this with you on one condition: if it is the kind of auction where bidders hold up paddles, I get to brandish our paddle, periodically mock-spanking you with it while saying, “You’re in big trouble with this when we get home, Mister!” in a saucy voice. Deal?

I think we should totally write a treatment for this posing-as-a-gay-couple-to-meet-girls ruse and shop it around as a kind of “I Love You, Man” bromance for the arty/indie set. [NOTE TO LADIES ESP. ALLIE: JOSH IS MARRIED / I WOULD BE THE RUSE BENEFICIARY]

P.S. For the curious, my and Josh’s previous best attempt being mistaken for a gay couple was attending last summer’s Joanna Newsom show at the CSO.

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