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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

 

The Mirror: Do you get paid for this singing?

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: It's all about staving off Alzheimer's, these days.
W: And one good way to do that is to read very challenging work.
M: I could never be that.
W: You could never be challenging, you say?
M: Yes, all, all.
W: All are challenging but you?
M: That's why I like this robe.
W: The robe is soft and flowing, I suppose.
M: What can you do, little engine?
W: I could, I could, I could.
M: Experts can't tell the difference between us?
W: There is really not that much difference between us.
M: (Stares intently at third person)
W: Have you brought in an independent third-party judge?
M: Oh no, I advise against it.
W: Then who is that third person over there?
M: I don't have any money to be obsessed with!
W: Are you trying to get money out of a third party?
M: Sure, suit yourself.
W: I'm not trying to get money out of them, you are.
M: I haven't said a word.
W: All right, you're not trying to get money out of them.
M: There are so many parts to our shapenote singing.
W: Do you get paid for this singing?
M: This is nothing, called life.
W: Do shapenote singers believe that life is nothing?
M: (She comes up behind him)
W: I thought the third party was a man!
M: All right, you're not trying to get money out of them.
W: If she is a representative of an arts foundation, I will try.
M: So the sentence reads "This is something but --"
W: "-- but I don't know how to write grants."
M: I'm not trying to get money out of them, you are.
W: But you could at least help me, tell her how great my work is!
M: At least in my case, because I have no place to go.
W: You have no choice but to write scripts.
M: What does frustration masquerade as, pink lemonade?
W: Frustration is not so benign as that.
M: Is it a little like lifting the edge of a curtain?
W: You peek underneath, but you can't get the prize.
M: Do I have to be dressed like God to march?
W: I thought you were wearing an angelic robe.
M: Here's a new way to think about life.
W: (Is all ears)
M: I didn't know you had children.
W: My work is my children, I guess.
M: Are you saying only fools want to be senators?
W: Senators aren't poets, for the most part.
M: Is it a Webcam?
W: We could watch Senate hearings on C-Span.
M: I have never been to a Nobel Prize dinner.
W: Have you ever been to the White House?
M: Try it, really try it.
W: I can't go to the White House.
M: I wonder.
W: I am too poor to get there.
M: Reading my newspaper.
W: What's in the news?
M: (Is all ears)
W: Are you listening to C-Span while reading the paper?
M: In other words, you go in one direction, and I go in another direction totally.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 1 second ... Goodbye!

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