DF Wallace: living in quiet

Here's Johnny

Nik Climp

 Nik Climp decided that for his own good it was time to remake himself. He had spent too many years being down on the world and down on people, and he realized that his negative attitude was only going to put more polyps in his poopshoot.  He needed to become someone else—someone youthful and dynamic, someone with new ideas, new solutions, new smells. Besides, he had enough health problems as it was: his pushup count had fallen to 75, his erection had reversed its direction, his doctor was dead, his fingerprints were worn away, and he had no interest whatsoever in Rimbaud.

The Cuba Connection: Tourism as Rapprochement

This goal of The Cuba Connection is to reconnect Americans and Cubans. After more than 50 years of boycotts and blockades, political hostility and enforced separation, the typical American's knowledge of Cuba and its people is minimal at best. In spite of the island's proximity--less than 90 miles off the Florida coast--most Americans, particularly those under the age of 50, have little knowledge of Fidel Castro's aging revolution or of the 11 million individuals who populate this stunningly beautiful, largely undeveloped island.

Read my project paper here.

 

Dave Dubranic

Dave Dubranic was just there. Nothing was going on. Nothing much moved. Dave just sat in his living room, or his bathroom, or his kitchen, and thought about the fact that nothing was going on. And that was OK with Dave because when things were going on, life was pretty much a pain in the ass. People wanted things, travel required risk, socializing was stressful, and doing things with his hands was, well, more than he could manage. In general, Dave was very much a do-nothing kind of guy. He preferred it that way.

Bigelow Bing

If the path to Nirvana were open to all

--If the knowledge required to get there

came tied with a bow

Where would it take us?

What would we know?

(Those who seek knowledge, I mean)

Evidence plain for going insane

Or living enwrapped in Bigelow cloth.

Or banging on Microsoft’s Bing

How is it possible this hollow bellow of mine

Has reached your obstacled ear?