My new album, The Voice Remains, has just been released.
2017
My 2017 in chronological order: moved to LA, found love(!), finished 8-years-long novel, finished new album, then new short film, lost some weight. Sorry, world, I know it’s been a somewhat rough year for you, but for me it was one of the best!
Putting the Shirt in T-Shirt
I invented a T-Shirt which, unlike other, mundane T-Shirts, has a printed T-Shirt on it, on which another T-Shirt is printed, and so on and so forth, ensuring that, for the first time in the history of the universe, you can enjoy the full T-Shirt experience.
Transitional Literature
“So basically,” I said, “Tron is a version of Narnia in which religion was replaced by fake computer science.”
She didn’t answer. Further inquiry revealed that she was fast asleep. I still wonder whether it’s the religion or the fake computer science.
Facebook is Kaka
The following is a monologue I heard in a bar in Tel Aviv about a year ago, poetized only slightly by myself, and now hastily translated into English. So there:
I don’t do Facebook / Facebook is kaka / I don’t / conform /
I am Romanian / my dad also / knows Romanian / I / don’t / conform /
don’t do Facebook / I told everyone / never / look / look at this nice dog /
in the picture / it’s so funny / it’s killing me / I / don’t conform /
We were in a hotel / in Romania / they told me / I told them / I don’t /
don’t know / Romanian / only my dad / knows / how would I know? /
But look / what a dog / eh? / it’s killing me /
look / look / look / look /
Here’s another / picture of him /
not my dad / the dog /
look /
Isn’t it funny / eh? / isn’t it amazing / eh? /
Isn’t it cute / eh? / isn’t it pretty / eh? /
I follow it /
on facebook.
New York in June
“I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?”
I love that song, but let me tell you, I’ve been to New York last June, and it was hot and humid and rainy and generally a mess, and therefore I hereby vote to change it to “I like New York in April”, but this kills the meter, so let’s compromise for, say, May, which leaves us with merely an awful rhyming problem, which can be easily yet dreadfully solved thus:
I like New York in May, how about ye?
I like a Gershwin Play, how about ye?
Thank you, you’ve been a wonderful audience, please don’t lynch me.
Fnools at Large
It’s about time I told someone about that fictional magazine dedicated to fictional science fiction stories written by fictional creatures, or maybe the stories are actually the creatures, or maybe there’s just one creature who’s been writing this for some years now, and he, too, is sort of fictional.
Let us see, then, what that magazine has to say for, or maybe about, itself:
This online magazine is dedicated to Fnools, which are the speculative fiction stories of the Fnools. While it is quite known that we are still at war with the Fnools, that state of affairs should be no reason for us to disregard their rich culture, their fine arts and their exceptional Fnools. It is therefore our task to bring to our readers fresh Fnools every Fnool-week, along with commentary by, whenever possible, humans.
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