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SOME IDEAS SOUND
BETTER THAN THEY ACTUALLY ARE

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and Some Don't


January 17, 2008                                                 © 2008 JAN COX

 

 

Some unsolicited correspondence before me from a man who says he has a diploma and some books and magazines, contains his assertion that it is
"no mere coincidence that the top of the world is so far away from the bottom."

 

 

Those who must have the last word -- WILL!
(Yes, that's correct, this does NOT apply to the "those"
of one's own neural spokesmen.)

 

 

If you “really” can't "say what you mean" --
you don't mean nothing.

 

 

In the Secondary World of ideas, mutations are always the "wave of the future."
Thus, when you see new, unexpected ideas pass -- WAVE!

 

 


The ordinary man has approximately sixty-five years
to understand what Life's PR department has brand-named,
"God";
then you've got about thirty seconds
to “do” something about it.

 

 

Many ideas run the risk of sounding better than they actually are...
(and some don't.)

 

 

If you had more space,
you'd have more time.

 

 


"Hey," cautioned one planetary pop to his satellite kid,
"Don't get TOO frisky,
remember -- Life's got another one just like you."

 

 

What makes the Secondary World
the Secondary World is
all the imaginin' of what it is combined with
all the complaints about what it is not.

 

 

One guy suggested to his son that he try and develop a "corrugated brain roof."
(He says he believes it'll shed any overflow better.)

 

 

As one of this century's larger lexicologists so aptly said,
"If a definition is not a narrow definition, it ain't much of a goddam definition."

 

 

A maybe-astute ole man said (maybe accidentally), "The new guys are priceless."
(A sign by the cash-&-crunch register said, "No Need To Get Out Of Town UNLESS All The Danger's Passed.")

 

 

At a recent -- shall I say -- "social gathering" (well, “I” was social, if not entirely gathered) a guy told me that he'd had a printer he picked at random make him up some personal cards on which he'd had the printer print some message, proverb, slogan or the like, that the printer would select and which he was not to reveal to the guy; he says he has never turned one over to see what the printer had put on them, and that he daily hands them out to strangers as well as acquaintances and business associates; I said that such a tricky enterprise had probably produced some real unusual and unexpected situations and he said, "Well, yes and no." and I asked, "How so?" and he said, "Well, yes it has, and no it hasn't." and I said, "That's not literally possible," and with a worried look, and in a worried voice he said, "I know that."

 

 

Everyone has six individually tailored chances,
unless you believe you have more, or believe you have less.

 

 

An oily -- but brief -- History Of Verbal Man:
"All words have a certain sound to them."
"Get to the point."
"All sounds have a certain sound to them."
(Next week, Urban Planning and Deadpanning.)

 
  J
 
 

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