The Good Word of Sprout

Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Fun with language and babies

If a baby goose is a gosling,
And a little moose a mosling,
Then an airplane liquor bottle is a bozling,
And a Native American fetus a paposling.

Friday, October 23, 2009

One Perk of Apartment Living

My janitor, despite the stink from his armpits and maybe from his dink, if you must know, onion and sour milk, believes that changing light bulbs is holy: bringing light out of darkness, a series of miniature miracles only loosely related to electricity. Counterclockwise, darkness comes out, clockwise, light goes in. He deserves praise and respect. If he is Jesus in a jumpsuit, then he might forgive actions taken in darkness in exchange for honest regret. Either way, he improves lives. He improves my life.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Subway Observations & Questions & Conclusion

His nose hair curls from one nostril to the other, like a nose ring on a bull. Is he dangerous? Is that what his wife and mother use to control him, to keep him from romping around the house and running into the china cabinet? And where does it start? And where does it end? Maybe it's infinite, a hair eating its own booger-y root. I do not want to be this close to this man.

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Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Problem/Solution/Com- plication

Problem: Erection on the train.

Solution: Get off.

Complication: That depends, doesn't it?

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Friday, October 02, 2009


The capitalist system is a tower to enlightenment as long as the wealthy do not seek further wealth, but rather what lies beyond wealth -- to articulate life. I envision a spiritual class, moving among the people like globes of soothing light, spreading relief and making predators and boss-men weep at their own wickedness.

The fundamental problems are the failure to recognize the inevitability of suffering and the belief that more wealth will prevent it. Excess wealth creates excess poverty and exacerbates suffering. We become agents of suffering and equal recipients of its wrath. We don't all need to be musicians constantly startled by their proximity to the divine, but as capitalists, to please elevate something over money. Music is easiest. Then community.

People are connected to place and to each other. The myth of individualism, where a person by virtue of his or her actions and decisions is the sole creator of his or her fate, endangers all of us. It's mostly to whom you're born and what's in your genes.