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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— I just had the weirdest dream. I dreamt I was reading an article in the New York Times about how curling (the winter sport, curling) is really big on Wall Street. The traders, the masters of the universe (are they still called that) got really into watching it on CNBC (!). Some compared watching curling to drinking a nice Merlot. As weird a notion as this all is, I wasn’t totally sure I was dreaming at first—you know how some dreams are hyperreal that way? It wasn’t until my fevered subconscious threw up the preposterous detail of the “kizzle kazzle” that I knew, for sure, I was dreaming. This is a shame. It is nice to think that something called a “kizzle kazzle” could exist in the actual world. That something that is wobbled to compensate for slush on the ice is an actual thing. Dream logic being preposterous and octopus-y and inexorable as it is, I was somehow able to take a screenshot of my dream.

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I just had the weirdest dream. I dreamt I was reading an article in the New York Times about how curling (the winter sport, curling) is really big on Wall Street. The traders, the masters of the universe (are they still called that) got really into watching it on CNBC (!). Some compared watching curling to drinking a nice Merlot. As weird a notion as this all is, I wasn’t totally sure I was dreaming at first—you know how some dreams are hyperreal that way? It wasn’t until my fevered subconscious threw up the preposterous detail of the “kizzle kazzle” that I knew, for sure, I was dreaming.

This is a shame. It is nice to think that something called a “kizzle kazzle” could exist in the actual world. That something that is wobbled to compensate for slush on the ice is an actual thing.

Dream logic being preposterous and octopus-y and inexorable as it is, I was somehow able to take a screenshot of my dream.

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