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Monthly Archives: March 2003

Handsome words don’t butter cabbage.

I put up some labels and signs at the waterfront for Anna Pickard‘s Fluxiness Project, a “Spacial Poem”/art-thing. Here‘s where you can browse through the whole project, and here‘s what I did. The most interesting contributions were more playful than mine, I think.

Empty Jazz & Sugary Pop

I was underdressed for the rain and I wandered into Borders Books to escape. I glanced through the little islands of paid-for-placement books. The mild jazz soundtrack was overpowered for thirty seconds by a loud “fssssssstt” from the espresso machine up on the mezzanine. When the espresso machine finished, the cash register started – an [...]

Mostly Unrelated Things

Presto

Am I crazy or did I just break my big aluminum floor lamp with a jacket? I was pulling the jacket up off a chair. The jacket sleeve flopped off to the side and brushed against the lamp. Then the lamp just crumpled. There’s no other word for it. It crumpled. The top of the [...]

What do you call

A man came around the corner pushing his things in a Safeway shopping cart. He saw me sitting a few feet away, outside Bauhaus, and stopped. The man left his cart on the corner, took half a step toward me, and asked a question – the beginning of an ethnic joke. “What do you call [...]

Yesterday

A black shape tossed by the wind among overhead powerlines caught my eye. When I turned and focused on it, I saw that it was a crow being blown sideways, with its wings spread out. I thought it was dead or stunned – you usually don’t see crows coasting with the wind the way seagulls [...]

Lions and Lambs

Here’s a set of photos taken March 1-6. Fotologger Meetup (Link lifted from lightningfield.com.)

Not About Cats

The tissues are packed tightly into the jumbo-size box of off-brand Kleenex. The first one is lost when you try to dig it out. It comes out shredded. The second tissue comes out with some resistance, but mostly intact – any tears in the second were made in your efforts with the first tissue. The [...]

Mildly Puzzled

The construction area across the street was pretty quiet. Construction workers had set up orange cones to block off the outside lane and now they were standing around waiting for something. Up ahead of me, a man stopped to talk to a group of teenage girls. They ignored him so he moved on, walking in [...]

Tripping

Walking in through the front entrance, instead of the usual sidedoor, after my blind date, still a little tipsy. There’s a steep set of six or seven tall steps that lead up to the first level, the main staircase is across the lobby. My apartment is on the basement level, so I’m going up and [...]