(Someone from work shared this with me. I normally don't pass things like
this along, but read through it. Don't stop to analyze it, just read. It's
interesting the way the brain processes information.)


Typoglycemia

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg – the phaonmneal
pweor of the hmuan mnid! Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t
mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and
lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit
a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the
wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh, and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt.



Now share this with someone who's drunk.
I just did

Spuck?

Old news, Jim-Jim.

I figured it must be if it was being recycled around an office like this...
interesting none the less

maybe to you.

to us it's old news.

Fknucig dnrkus

Csurhnig broe.

O.k. I actually couldn't read that one. (Does that say "Crushing Bore"?)

(Hey nice change to your avatar.)

yeah, it should be giving Abbey nightmares.

Doug Henning doesn't scare me.
He scares Rimmy.
I just assumed the early draft was theraputic for him.

Turns out you could read it.

I like words.


"O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement!"

Mr. James Joyce, the drinking man's thunkard...

(soft, poetic sigh.....)

Who is this MeanMullet?

DjreenDjullet?

Read only when drunk....

"You were in the same boat of yourselves too, Getobodoff or Treamplasurin; and you receptionated the most diliskious of milisk; which it all flowowered your drooplin dunlearies: but dribble a drob went down your rothole."

-Finnegan's Wake-

P.S. spelling is correct

O! the lowness of him was beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater

or first-served firstshot or gulletburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either.

O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself wheywhing-ingly sick of life on

some sort of a rhubarbarous maundarin yella-green funkleblue windigut diodying

applejack squeezed from sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental

cupslips when he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of

it retching off to almost as low withswillers, who always knew notwithstanding

when they had had enough and were rightly indignant at the wretch's hospitality

when they found to their horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight

from the noble white fat, jo, openwide sat, jo, jo, her why hide that, jo jo jo, the

winevat, of the most serene magyansty az archdio-chesse, if she is a duck, she's

a douches, and when she has a feherbour snot her fault, now is it? artstouchups,

funny you're grinning at, fancy you're in her yet, Fanny Urinia.

Barffather Better?

Barn fodder is more like it.

I actually undertook a "project", in my juvenilia, to read Finnegan's Wake aloud in its entirety.

I failed.

Please don't ever tell that to anyone....

Reading aloud from Finnegan's Wake is an especial joy of mine. In no way, I feel, can the writings of James Joyce be approached from a perspective of nihilism. Even read as gibberish, which is what I am sometimes limited to, the words of Finnegan's Wake resonate with a deep intrinsic meaning. The structure and rhythm of Joyce's language seems to enunciate the very rhythm of language and thought itself. In the human mind, which uses language to define itself and the world around it, the language of Finnegan's Wake personifies the syntax of consciousness, a mirror of the mirror, if you will.


" As we there are where are we are we there from tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian. Tea tea too oo.

And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porter place?"


Fucking beautiful.

I only read Bazooka Joe comics out loud.

Talk about deep.

He's gullible -- it's a documented urban legend.

I posted a detailed rebuttal on feeverte last time around, but a treatise on human reading is simply not done in these parts.

Just a small hint: try it with complicated words with bdltkcaoeus of consonants. It 'dnsoet work.