Here is the first cut, the best, to my mind, of the entries. Some had to be eliminated, inevitably, despite all the wit and enthusiasm they exhibited. Nonetheless, I expect death threats. That’s why the judge’s name has been withheld.
The most curious cat has no interest in the price of dog food.
Essays are fictions in which writers efface themselves, pretending they are not there, perhaps even believing it. Ideas are an essay’s themes, used to produce the illusion of substance; facts are the details the story teller selects to give the impression of reality. Its plot is the progression of its argument, which, as in fiction, moves to the consummation of some desire, or the destruction of another.
Beware the aphorism: a leading cause of spontaneous aneurysm.
Aph or isms – take your pick.
A loss of face requires more than plastic surgery to fix.
Sometimes silence is the best thing I’ve heard all day.
When you wish upon a star, nothing happens — at least, so far.
Zoloft does more than Nietzsche could
to make you feel neither bad nor good.
You can tell a lot about a marriage by the hair growing in the husband’s ears.
In the egg of procrastination, there is the yolk of fun.
Everyone in journalism has written thirty pages of a novel. Except for the ones who have only written fifteen.
Drowning men don’t complain about smog.
People who live in glass houses understand the greenhouse effect.
Humility is sanity. Alternately, sanity is humiliating.
Gary Garvin & Julie Larios combined
A mapped world is always small.
Writing, like sex, seems to make sense when you’re drunk, but it always gets complicated the next day if it’s any good.
Fuck the ineffable.
Sigh. (That is not a death threat.)
Oh, sure. You think I can’t read between the lines?
Robin is sad for obvious reasons.