Saturday, October 26, 2013
Babytalk
Hard and Soft
The couple went into their eighties saying
"You're a poopie!"
"Well you're a poopie-doopie!"
An occasional affectionate turn produced
"You're my poopie."
"And you're my poopie-doopie."
Does their long interchange have larger import?
How could it not?
Labels: babytalk, flirtation, immature
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Asking a Machine
Two Friends and a Computer
“The mistake people make is not using the model
for personal matters. You can feed into it for
business stuff and it's infallible. I'd like to think
it's the same for...”
“Well, let me try it. I just really met Jeanne, and her
birthday’s at the end of the week. Should I get
her anything?”
The program asks for more information about
both of them. He, of course, can’t supply
much about her. ‘Funny’ and ‘Wry’ seem to
set up cautions.
“Get her nothing,” concludes the machine.
But he forgot to say what he had been
considering, and does so now.
“Been looking at this ceramic thing, coffee mug
with a mermaid for handle?”
“Nothing.”
“But this program rules out anything that's
wifty and funny and light and spontaneous!”
he complains.
“For the very good reason that those things
can turn into pain!” friend reminds.
“Well, I'll take my chances.”
“1 in 7!” stresses the computer.
“Glad to know that. Better than most.”
Labels: artificial intelligence, computer, flirtation, gift, Romance
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Tour de France
Jeanne, in her final fit, leaves with Roger. Maurice gets
a village girl for the baby.
Coincident with this arrangement in the close farmhouse,
one thing eventually leads etc.
Ceases upon Jeanne’s return after two months, her ardor
for lover now ice.
Pauline back to her parents, therefore. Where one bright
afternoon she observes Roger’s leg and waves.
He will lean his bicycle against a dappling sycamore
for a chat light as air.
Labels: flirtation, French, love triangle, Tour de France
