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.

Close Drawer

Maybe you thought that “turkeycake”  was the least-appealing-sounding holiday confection possible. Well, bad  news for you, the Swedish Bakery on Clark St. yields fresh horrors with  each new holiday season. Consider, for a moment, these three words:
Marzipan  bowler hat.
Swish them around in your mouth. No, actually,  chew them. Chew them thickly. Feel your fillings throb from the sugary  punch.
Marzipan bowler hat.
Do you see it now, in  your mind’s eye? The marzipan bowler hat? Good.
Now lick the  brim. Lick the brim of the marzipan bowler hat. Its disgusting green  fondant is making your tongue green. It is the sweetest thing you’ve  ever tasted that is hat-shaped.
Now go sit in a corner, facing the  wall, and rock back and forth quietly until St Patrick’s Day has  passed.

Maybe you thought that “turkeycake” was the least-appealing-sounding holiday confection possible. Well, bad news for you, the Swedish Bakery on Clark St. yields fresh horrors with each new holiday season. Consider, for a moment, these three words:

Marzipan bowler hat.

Swish them around in your mouth. No, actually, chew them. Chew them thickly. Feel your fillings throb from the sugary punch.

Marzipan bowler hat.

Do you see it now, in your mind’s eye? The marzipan bowler hat? Good.

Now lick the brim. Lick the brim of the marzipan bowler hat. Its disgusting green fondant is making your tongue green. It is the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted that is hat-shaped.

Now go sit in a corner, facing the wall, and rock back and forth quietly until St Patrick’s Day has passed.

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