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Have A Seat


Sit down, I  will tell you a story.

Once upon a time there was a clickmaker, not a clockmaker.

He knew about time, but was unconcerned.

He made the best click machines, but nobody wanted them.

The best clockmaker … everybody wanted his stuff.

The clickmaker went nowhere.


note: sometimes ideas go nowhere.

double note: sorry.


notes to myself  #174

You don’t make sense a lot of the time.

The Rocket Car

My friend calls his car “Rocket” … because things fall off of it in stages.


note: my friend is a rock behind the wheel …  an erratic rock.

double note: photo taken in the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia. It’s probably not an erratic rock, but any rock covered in moss and looking like a brain is pretty strange at least.