oh, renoir

in addition to the umbilical cord of gold, we who are aspiring affluence, are tethered by other metal wires to electronic prosthetics, namely the mobile phone and the notebook computer.

"transpiration"
i am hereby establishing a/the disconnect between words that are spoken and words that are written and words that are thought : between the hifalutin language of philosophy -- personal, personnel, professional, professorial, or otherwise -- and the simple thoughts of an animal. do you recognize me? do you reconcile?

"intersection/interaction"
the man incessantly asking ¿a qué hora?
the dog that scentses my fear.
the boy who exclaims in acknowledgment of the orange of my backpack that matches the orange of his brother's shoes.

"Schizoids, or people with some schizoid traits, comprise a high percentage of the world's 'intellectuals' and 'artists.' After all, what is an 'intellectual' or an 'artist' but someone who prefers, for the most part, to withdraw from ordinary commerce and spin fantasies into stories, theories, and pictures. They are the silent, thoughtful people who observe more than participate, the ones who always appear mildly pained and distant. Schizoids may also be the quiet aloof workers in the office, or the inscrutable laborers who have to be 'left alone.' If criticized or confronted, they will suddenly quit work rather than defend themselves or fight back. Immensely sensitive, they may also be hugely gifted. More often than not, their gifts disintegrate under the cudgels of criticism that stronger if less talented minds survive." --Avodah K. Offit, M.D