Monday, January 31, 2011

Plaza Food Court

Greenish yellow florescent light bathes the food court in a twilight atmosphere, suspension of daylight, a place where one could stop and rest a moment, or hang out all day. Some people go there every day to relax and socialize. It's about a ten minute walk from where I live. The food is not expensive. There's a lot of variety, everything from dumplings to sushi, with plenty of burritos and hot dogs in between.

Friday, January 28, 2011


This main follower of Morono ate too much spaghetti. Starchy flatulence blew him out of bed at 3 AM. He began to worry about the politics of pasta, how in some kitchens, the pot often boils over, while in other kitchens, due to dysfunctional heating systems, noodles barely reach body temperature and don't fully expand into soft, moist eatability. The man in the picture, a circular head injury, or trepanning, cosmic hole in the head to facilitate ooze. Beige matter ooze from the brain room, the place of the skull, origin of religion and monetary systems.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Death of Ernie

Before I describe the accident, it might help to provide a little information about what was going on at the time. Ernie died when people were driving to lunch. I witnessed the car crash, but didn't stop. A lot of people saw Ernie plow the 1967 Oldsmobile into a maple tree on the boulevard. Actually, the police seem to prefer when people don't stop. They shout at you to keep going.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

No Health Coverage

Admiral Benefice and my buddies would like to announce that many people of the modern world will not be given health coverage. If you want it, you gotta pay for it. I wouldn't want my tax dollars going to help anybody. Nobody helped me. Why should I worry about anyone else? I worked hard all my life to manage money that goes back generations in my family. You get my drift? So if you don't mind, I have an appointment at the Jolly Rogers Lounge down at the Country Club.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Get the Goat

Whether you let it get your goat or not get your goat, Club Morono, quite predictably, has no ideas, only suggestions. Most of the suggestions won't work. They might even be useless. I just got back from lunch with Morono Man, a modern master of the moronic and he said, "Don't lose face over all that twitter. It's not supposed to be meaningful." Meaning is too academic. It's better to serve something soft, that melts in the mouth and is easy to swallow.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Last Visit

Manic man Earl lived on the stop floor of a four-story walk-up. I entered the dimly lit building, narrow halls, a bleak set of stairs. My footsteps resonated up and down the shaft as I climbed the stairs to visit Earl. I hadn’t seen him in six months.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Macaroni New Year Seasoning Wishes

Bitter lemon New Years and Cuoco for macaroni with sardine seasoning wishes to happy travelers on life's long highway, Club Morono wishes you all a wonderful time, with lots of happiness. It benefits nobody to be unhappy, although nobody said life was going to be easy. Maybe a bit of lemon to soften the bitter edge and some young fennel, salted sardines and raisins to transform a lowly plate of spaghetti into gourmet New Years fare.