*image by Ben Harubin

 

A man had a radio --
the radio was special --
the radio was special because it only picked up
one station --
the one station it picked up was also special --
the station was special because everything it broadcast was about the man.

...(If you ask me, the opening line of this story shouldn't be "a man had a
radio," but rather "a radio had a man.")

And now this story regarding Avocations -- Here And There:
(I am loath to dismiss them as mere fools, but) what can you say about the range of intellectual interests of people whose leisure activities are indistinguishable from those of their work?

("Wasn't a similar item earlier presented?"
Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.
"Well that's a pretty rotten thing to bring up, I must say. Hmph!")

To change (dare we say, improve?) life in the city for humans,
one man offers these recommendations: that the Fire Chief be an elected position,
that anyone wishing to practice dentistry must be a qualified skydiver,
and that everyone be forced to have a twin brother or sister whether they
want one or not.
...(Something to think about, I'd say.)

For Those Who Don't Care To Be Themselves As They Now Are:
To "be yourself" you must prefer to be yourself, and to "prefer" to be yourself
you must believe that certain thoughts are preferable to other thoughts.
And there you are! That's the story of that game.
(What's your next problem?)

A Poem For Those Who Haven't Cared For Poetry Thus Far:
A man looked in a mirror and saw himself;
he looked in his mind and saw himself;
he then said, "Hey-y-y, what's going on here?"

Here is how one man has been attempting to direct his days:
Hack at the roots -- pick up the limbs;
hack at the roots -- ignore the limbs;
hack at the roots, and nothing else
...just keep hacking at the roots.