I know that I should have used my muscle of
thinking more efficiently, and therefore it pains me to confess what I was
trying to do with it yesterday.
My wet noodle was surfing
the Internet, hoping to find the 1st edition of a book---signed by
Albert Einstein---called DRIVING MR. ALBERT : A Trip
Across America with Einstein's Brain by Michael Paterniti.
Alas!
My poor brain…
My poor, puny belfry…
My impuissant encephalon
Forged ahead on its futile quest to find such
a book!
After about five
minutes, bright lights began to flash inside the gray, wrinkled minutiae of my
noggin, and I realized that Mr. Einstein could not have signed this book,
because his brain was inside the title…
I mean, his brilliant
but defunct brain was inside of a Buick Skylark, traveling across the United States.
I was disappointed.
I was embarrassed.
I now had to settle
for a new hardback edition as a substitute for the sought after tome.
I am hopeful that I
can obtain some of Einstein’s brilliant brain, and transplant his ingenious cells
into my own head.
IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND THE BRAIN
IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND THE BRAIN
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