Best Of

An amateur's chrestomathy.

An amateur's chrestomathy.

In an effort to figure out what I'd like to do next, I've been trying to decide what I like best from this site, where my skills are, and what I should do next, in life as well as with prose/hypertext. I figure that by finding those pieces which were most fun to write, I might be able to do a better job, and have more fun.

With the perpetual sniff of burning WTC in the air of downtown Brooklyn, more fun is in order. This handful are my best word-babies:

  1. - It would be good to be this goofy more often. Probably the only piece of work I've ever done which I wouldn't change at all. And what did I do? I stuck things into my mouth and made faces.
  2. Also, . “Stick it in, Mr. Feynman.” General goofiness, but it gave me real pleasure. This sort of writing is like creating puzzles, nesting the jokes.
  3. - political screed, small, uneven.
  4. - because you gotta have fun while you hate yourself. Drawing the razorblad was half the fun.
  5. - when I was an emotional lad. Maudlin and immature, but I remember weeping when I wrote it, feeling I'd gotten something right. I'd like that feeling back.
  6. - a “figuring it all out” essay with a rhythm of its own. The author and I share little, anymore; perhaps I should try to be more like him.

So...what now?

  1. - It would be good to be this goofy more often. Probably the only piece of work I've ever done which I wouldn't change at all. And what did I do? I stuck things into my mouth and made faces.
  2. Also, . “Stick it in, Mr. Feynman.” General goofiness, but it gave me real pleasure. This sort of writing is like creating puzzles, nesting the jokes.
  3. - political screed, small, uneven.
  4. - because you gotta have fun while you hate yourself. Drawing the razorblad was half the fun.
  5. - when I was an emotional lad. Maudlin and immature, but I remember weeping when I wrote it, feeling I'd gotten something right. I'd like that feeling back.
  6. - a “figuring it all out” essay with a rhythm of its own. The author and I share little, anymore; perhaps I should try to be more like him.