This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
My loyalties will not be bound by national borders, or confined in time by one nation’s history, or limited in the spiritual dimension by one language and culture. I pledge my allegiance to the damned human race, and my everlasting love to the green hills of Earth, and my intimations of glory to the singing stars, to the very end of space and time.
—Edward Abbey (via whats-out-there)
my friends are clever and cool. do you live in portland? have you performed your office duty yet this year? let’s do our civic duty, folks. it’s not so bad, really. i’m doing office duty right now, and the main difference between this and my real life is that i’m wearing slacks and this computer’s keyboard and monitor are separate objects.
I really like Portland, and I really like Portlandia, its more dada floating durian moments aside. Man did that sketch bomb. Anyway here’s an homage to the comedic duo and the Rose City, titled “Office Duty”:
.Scene: FRED reading the Mercury and drinking a cup of coffee at…