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CLINIC

PATIENT

DIAGNOSTIC

Patient refers to it as stargate-three-eight

A Hypocrite.2

Blackmail.1

 

TOOLSET

INFORMAL FALLACY

 

Pretty much.

—Very serious.

—Saved again!

—It's overwhelming.

Moxie's

Disease

 

Post Hoc, ergo Propter Hoc — (After This, Therefore on Account of This) The fact that two events happen one after the other does not mean the first caused the second.

 

NOTES TO MYSELF

PSYCHOLOGICAL AGE

CLASS

[bait & switch] - She walks in and crashes into one person, saying, "Sorry!" turns and bumps into someone else - "Oh, I'm sorry!" - backs up, flailing into the arms of yet another .... (They like that - They like to be important.)

The Age of Self-Expression, ages 8-11

Separation

 

 
 
 
 
 

Exactly what someone said [or did]
... usually not very original.

The thoughts of a "bad child"
... to free your mind again.

ATTACKS

BRIDGE

SILENT BACKUP

"Stop being the victim."

—Saved again!

—Well, it comes and goes – Why don't you get a dead chicken and practice choking the chicken?

"Excuse me."

—Very serious.

—Don't mess with anything.

"Excuse me!" [With all their attention on the map they're holding]

—Very serious.

—What happened?

"Excuse me! Can I leave the parking lot that way?"

—Very serious.

—In fiendish ways.

"Help, I'm Surrounded by Jerks! (Article by Stephanie Rosenbloom, NYT, January 18, 2007)

—It's overwhelming.

—See what a nice life you can have having nothing to do with them?

"Sorry, Linda."

—Very serious.

—People have a chance to live.

"Excuse me, Sir! ... You're not supposed to be taking it ... Oh, sorry!" [Thinking you're stealing the newspaper that was in your mail]

—Pretty much.

—And I'm Mother Nature.

"All I have is a twenty — Sorry about that."

—Saved again!

—Thanks for not bringing a fish in a newspaper.

"Sorry about that."

—Very serious.

—It's part of village life.

"Oh, Ricky, I am so sorry!" [After you tell the best man your bride-to-be loves him]

—Pretty much.

—Probably they were fooling around in the garden of learning.

"So sorry about that!" [Sarcastically]

—It's overwhelming.

—Oh, I pushed the wrong button.

"So what's your specialty?"

—Pretty much.

—It's not lemonade, that's for sure!

"The Ph.D. matters."

—Pretty much.

—Moderation in everything.

"To the Editor: Re 'Teenage Suicides Bewilder an Island, and the Experts' (March 18): Our small rural high school has also experienced an 'epidemic' of suicides. One of the students was a member of my tightly-knit gifted class of 12. We, too, were 'descended upon' by outside experts, and what we learned was that it was absolutely emotionally intolerable to be around anyone who had not known the student or was not a member of the class. This was an important lesson for me, and one that helps me to understand other people's grief. 'Outsiders' should say nothing more than 'I'm sorry.'" (–Nancy Rehm, Biglerville, Pa., letter to The New York Times, March 25, 2008)

—It's overwhelming.

—So sad, isn't it? ... Dreams, dreams, dreams. It's all dreams ... What's that? ... That isn't what is important ... Hello! No room at the Inn ... There are things about you I don't know ... There are things about you nobody knows ... What do you think this means? ... You have to separate things ... "Good and bad" is useless, "insider and outsider" is useless, "real and unreal" is useless in this situation ... What's useful is understanding ... Would you say anyone's ever given you peace? ... You can't see something like this because you're upside down. [See also "Someone feeling suicidal" at stargate72.htm]

"A specialty for you, Al, when you're old."

—Pretty much.

—Your pain is your fortune when you understand it, because you can see it's in everyone.

"A little variety never hurts."

—Very serious.

—No matter how guarded you are.

"I am not an artist; I have no talent."

—Very serious.

—You just want to do a little less than your best.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

—Pretty much.

—You're a wonderful person.

"Sorry!"

—Very serious.

—There you go.

"I slept with her before as well."

—Very serious.

[See Icarus and the Gutter Snipe]

"I'm going to have to get you wings! Thanks!"

—Pretty much.

—Then you can do anything!

"Oh, my goodness!"

—Pretty much.

—Just what everyone needs.

"You might have more bacteria than other people."

—Very serious.

—If it isn't one thing, it's another.

"Where's the funeral, Virginia?"

—Very serious.

—That would be a huge list.

"Right church, wrong pew."

—Very serious.

—It's all right.

[Credit card declined]

—Pretty much.

—I'm not the first bad person.

"Bad credit rating is a disease – We will cure it – guaranteed." [They earn their living hurting people; you're not going to regress because of the ensuing tension, are you?]

—Saved again!

—That's the best I can do ... Who wants play money? ... You're the bank ... I'm not going to give you a break.

"You mean, you actually fell for that?"

—Very serious.

—Or shortchanged.

"You got a lot of explaining to do!"

—Very serious.

—Over generations.

"Boy, do you have some explaining to do."

—It's overwhelming.

—Terror and pain.

"All I ever get is six inches." [She says over an award of a glass ruler. Later, she and another female in the office stare at your groin and laugh whenever you walk by her desk]

—Pretty much.

—Either that or go to the Harmony Hut.

"Will you watch my purse?"

—Pretty much.

—It's the only one I've ever seen.

"You're getting much too big for your britches!"

—Very serious.

—You just don't know.

"Don't be fresh with me, young man!"

—Pretty much.

—I'm 7 years old – I miss my parents.

"Oh, I see. It's another 'dealing with confrontations by not actually acknowledging that there is one' technique. I'm not personally interested in that sort of thing, but I can see how it might be of use to someone. It sounds somewhat similar to ideas like 'living well is the best revenge,' though even less malevolent, which for me negates the catharsis which is an essential element in standing up for myself."

—Saved again!

—Get some oatmeal. Leave bowls of oatmeal around the house until it smells like oatmeal. That will really make you feel good. Catharsis has nothing to do with reality.

"I'm going right home and take a nice hot bath."

—Saved again!

—I'm glad I don't have to see that.

"Don't be a wise guy."

—Pretty much.

—I can't say what I like?

"Big smart guy, huh?"

—Pretty much.

—Not another one that talks like me.

"This guy is great!" [Disparagingly]

—Very serious.

—Don't ever do anything halfway.

"You obviously had permissive parents."

—Pretty much.

—That would be just my luck.

"This site (nominally about "non-escalating verbal self-defense") seems at first to be some kind of parody, except that it doesn't seem to be parodying anything. It's truly odd, with an internally self-consistent logic all its own. After spending too much time on it, I eventually found a link to a Habermas fan site, which somehow makes it all the weirder." [Link from "Verbal Self Defense" thread at The Usual Suspects, May 2, 2002]

—Pretty much.

—It's better than dirt.

"If your IQ were six points higher, you could be a plant."

—Saved again!

—I'm trying to figure out if that's a compliment or an insult.

"Why are you always so negative?"

—Pretty much.

—Just to be like everyone else.

"You've been using that excuse since I don't know when."

—Very serious.

—Any way you look at it, it's bad.

"What's your excuse?"

—Saved again!

—To catch fish.

"You're lucky, because I sent one hundred cabs around."

—It's overwhelming.

—We're all islands above the sea, connected underneath by electricity!

"How are your Japanese classes?"

—Pretty much.

—Don't give away all my secrets.

"The cab is yours? ... Your cab?"

—Pretty much.

—It's one of many things.

"He hasn't figured out, in 15 years of cab driving, that if he showed up on time he wouldn't get asked that question?"

—Saved again!

—I'll meet you halfway and we'll have lunch.

"We're just talking in general – There's nothing that precipitates our using that stuff." [Two World War II guys at a bar talking about their experiences smoking marijuana]

—Pretty much.

—Very symbolic, huh?

"Aren't you listening?"

—Very serious.

—Does that ring a bell?

"Aren't we lucky?"

—It's overwhelming.

—A huge hit.

"Anyone would be lucky to ride in your cab."

—Pretty much.

—There must be something good about me.

"They aren't?" [Mockingly]

—Pretty much.

—I'm really rolling.

"How many inches are in a yard?"

—It's overwhelming.

—You probably had a hard week.

"Pandas are not related to bears, you know?"

—Saved again!

—Look how many!

"There's a big blowup in Brazil!"

—Very serious.

—Maybe I should go to psychic school.

"Someone once said that being brilliant is knowing what you're stupid at ... and avoiding it."

—Very serious.

—Even on the weekends.

"Everybody's avoiding me."

—Very serious.

—That's a talent.

"You've got to see it from my perspective, okay?"

—Pretty much.

—What's that?

"Why do you eat so much junk food?"

—Saved again!

—Have a potato.

"Have a wonderful day." [This is tricky, because they're leaving to see their son in the hospital, who's about to die of Hodgkin's disease]

—Very serious.

—I think I could have.

"You're a wonderful man."

—Saved again!

—Even worse!

"Did we call a cab?" [Trying to snatch someone else's taxicab]

—Pretty much.

—Ask your mother!

"Did we call a cab? Did we call a cab?"

—Saved again!

—Once.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

REFLECTIONS

 
 
 
 
 

20-JUN-1999.

GOD'S LITTLE HELPER

The whole world is my mother. I remember walking out of St. Peter's Episcopal Church in Ladue, Missouri, thinking, —God is out here. Those St. Louis aldermen worship God in the wrong direction. —He's especially in the prosperous trees out here, and the bluest of skies.

I never saw skies like that again until I stood in the antechamber of my godfather's estate in New Canaan, Connecticut, and at the first agitation of his oldest daughter coming down the last three stairs, saw the cobalt in her eyes. I was seventeen then, and it wasn't until much later that I learned to look at all of life that way, like Fatality on the doorstep. The whole world is my mother.

It's fun to cultivate not knowing. You gaze out of your eyes at life as if it's always becoming, which of course, it is. When you see the weather, you really see the rain on the window. You go get your sisters and have them look at the rain on the window, too.

When you cultivate not knowing, you don't really care whether people whisper or gossip, not because what they're saying is bad or anything; they're just pretending to know. Not knowing is the path by which the mind really knows.

People who don't cultivate not knowing are a shock all the way up to my brain stem. Their questions — Echht! — I don't believe the questions they ask. Instead of glimpsing Nature and Humanity as manifestations of God's humor, they say things like,

"How long is this rain supposed to last?"

—It's better.
—This is just the beginning.

"Is there an accident up ahead?"

—Maybe.
—There's nothing you can do.

When people ask me questions like that, I know they're trying to explore the universe, much as I do, except they're pretending they're God.

"Is there anything going on this weekend?
Anything special?"

—Probably—Something.
—I'm the wrong person to ask.

"Here's my hotel.
Are the rooms nice in there?"

—Probably—Something.
—They're all different.

I think people who pretend this or that are crazy as loons, and I try to shut their door as gently as I can. There was this guy on My So-called Life — When ABC dropped the series, MTV picked it up and showed all the episodes in about a week — the girl — I don't remember her name: Angela, I think — was nuts for a guy who always said, "—Probably."

"—Probably" is the best thing you can say to a crazy person.

"You're nuts."

—Probably.

I'm a taxi driver. Sometimes people come up to my taxicab and say,

"Are you waiting for someone?"

—Not yet.
—Any suggestions?

God is omnipotent and all-knowing. I'm not. I'm sure snot. I'm a taxi driver. I cultivate not knowing. — Not knowing if my passenger has a gun or a knife, and not knowing if they're on some kind of lark.

"You don't know that?
How long have you been driving a cab?"

—Anything new?
—My little field is the whole world.

"Are you a beginner?"

—No more!
—The devil is in the details.

Disgustingly good people — the socialites and wannabes (as in the two examples below) — let the cat out of the bag by aggrandizing the personal pronoun, you. — Deadly people, boring as hell.

"What did you do with the sun?"

No shit!
—Maybe there is a God.

"Looks like you brought us a little rain."

—Big tragedy.
—It's going to get uglier.

I picked up a load of hoodlums on New Year's Eve, and really didn't notice until one of them acted sort of puffed up:

"Hey, man, can you put on the radio,
tune in some oldies?"

—Not today.
—I'm a little frazzled.

I like to listen to the echo of my whirring wheels off nearby cars, to notice any subtle movements from my passengers, and not be surprised by sirens.

"What do you do,
drive around all day thinking?"

—What nerve.
—What do you want to ruin your life having fun for?

"I think you're a fucking loser."

—Totally different.
—I'm talking to you, aren't I?

I had a beautiful girlfriend once, from New Canaan, Connecticut. One day, for no apparent reason, she walked out the door, saying,

"I'm not your mother, Richard."

—Very strict.
—The whole world is my mother.


14-JUN-2002.

   

Transcendental Sarcasm

   

Some kinds of sarcasm
are so outrageous,
you simply have to step aside.

Transcendental sarcasm has to do with
... dreams coming true
... and dreams not coming true.

(Just imagine...)
You drop out of college to find yourself,
and hear your stepfather mutter,
deep down to the wallet:
"How's the valedictorian?"

(He's just a poor guy —
What do you expect?)

"—It's overwhelming."


     
     
 

(1.) Descriptive
Sarcasm

     
 

(2.) Proscriptive
Sarcasm

 

(3.) Spin Sarcasm

     
     
 

(4.) Transcendental
Sarcasm

     

 


26-MAR-2008.

 

Thick
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As follows

CODE WORDS: aren't, avoiding, bacteria, bath, blowup, britches, Bruce, cab, cabs, catharsis, classes, cure, [declined], disease, emotionally, excuse, explaining, fell, fresh, funeral, general, gifted, goodness, [groin], guaranteed, guy, IQ, inches, intolerable, jerks, junk, logic, negative, outsiders, parody, permissive, perspective, pew, Ph.D., precipitates, purse, related, slept, sorry, specialty, [stare], surrounded, talent, tightly-knit, valedictorian, variety, victim, weirder, wings, wonderful

 

XXXVIII
Gemini
"Heavenly twins"

—It's overwhelming.