One response to “#23 – Burtonesque”

  1. 11:45 am
    4th Sep 2009

    I know that over time you develop a vocabulary of formulae whose solutions graph as more or less predictable lines, but I doubt that you would get much emotional reaction without your colors–except for the occasional B&W which is JUST as effective in the midst of pretty color slides as would an hour of B&W word slides followed by a final slide in glowing, fruity colors that says:
    1. The answer to the group final is X = 1.
    2. You all passed.
    3. Class Leader, call the men to attention!
    4. Please remember that in the Fall session of this class I will react positively not only to self-referent curves and artistic coloring in the spaces between the answers but also to the sound of American paper money being pushed under my door; God don’t mess wit no change.
    5. Class leader, dismiss the men.

    As much as I would like to believe that you have developed a set of commands that knows which color is appropriate for a given space to be filled, in fact I congratulate your group on your artistic talent. Your art works are as narcotic as Jim Brickman when you want a quiet, dignified effect (Think: The Commandant died and you all got permission to attend the funeral so you could MAKE VERY SURE he’s dead) or as exciting as Steven Cravis on meth–which I saw once and the effect was amazing! Trying to see which keys his fingers hit was like facing a fully-automatic machine gun and trying to see which bullet(s) hit each person.

    Some people show their best 12 and put the rest in a hidden file because the other 88 are just xeroxes colored with different crayons. Every one of yours is powerful, spectacular, leaps tall buildings, or all of the above. I make my screensavers out of 1024×768 rejects of geniuses like your group. I HAVE noted a drawback that probably won’t kill anybody until after I graduate: I started with each slide being shown for 60 seconds; after three changes, I’m now at 20 seconds per slide. But there was a slight problem when my father died last Christmas Eve, my pants fell down when I saw how thin he was in his casket–and our waists were the same size! Who needs food when you only need chocolate drops and rocks? Actually, his timing was great: you can get a ticket to fly ANYWHERE on Christmas Day; the drawback is that you may not get a ticket to go home before March. But that was OK; I painted murals in all the latrines inside the Security Gates while waiting for a stand-by opening. (Brown is more monochromatic and less interesting than I intended.)

    If I have a Yahoo website beyond my e-mail address, I don’t know of it. I have a MySpace MySpace under “RednSilver.” If they know how many times to type “Ace” in MySpace MySpace, I figure they already know the trick to spelling banana. Sha-Na-Na sure confused a lot of people, which was kind of sad: 40 years later, we’re just now STARTING to enter Aquarius–it was the only sign that rhymed with Aquarius; and MOST of us were in Bethel, not Woodstock; but another 200,000 people are still wandering around trying to navigate by the faint sounds of supergroups or trying to find where they left the car. They don’t know what year it is, but it’s The Age of Aquarius! What else do they need to know?

    If you give away any more more of the good stuff, let me know. If my operation on September 10 fails, then I will still be 5′9″–if it’s successful, I’ll be about 6′1″, down from my original 6′3″. (But I do find a lot of change on the ground.) Would you believe the surgeon wanted me in Manhattan on September 11th!! I said, “No, I will not be in Manhattan–or anywhere else in this state–on any September 11, now or ever. He was scheduling this in July–I figured he was flexible–more flexible than I am right now. He was and is. Now surgery is September 10–either in Chicago or Oklahoma City–I find out which on September 9.

    Blessed Be,
    Larry (sometimes Red, sometimes Silver)


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