When most people are in the position that their world views and their comfortable habits would be inconveniently changed by the revelation that a rhinoceros has infiltrated their town, then a rhinoceros can walk down Main Street in nothing more than a fake mustache and a funny hat and no one will notice it.
The problem is not that the rhinoceroses have become dangerously skillful at disguise.
I have a new artist’s vision statement for all my grant applications from now on:
My work explores the relationship between acquired synesthesia and life as perfomance.
With influences as diverse as Munch and Frida Kahlo, new combinations are generated from both simple and complex textures.
Ever since I was a teenager I have been fascinated by the traditional understanding of meaning. What starts out as triumph soon becomes corroded into a hegemony of lust, leaving only a sense of what could have been and the possibility of a new beginning.
As shifting impressions become clarified through boundaried and diverse practice, the viewer is left with a glimpse of the inaccuracies of our future.
Ain’t it great? I got it here, thanks to a pointer from Jeremy.
Headline I had trouble parsing this morning (on Talking Points Memo):
Pepsi Can Bomb Charges Dropped in Bizarre AR Case
Huh? They can?
Turns out to mean that the FBI has dropped charges against a guy accused of planting a bomb that was hidden in a can of Pepsi.
Personally I think the Rapture has already come and gone. I haven’t seen a true Christian around these parts in ages.
Ellen Harper McGarr wrote her own obituary as she was dying of cancer, and it’s lovely. A couple of lines:
Interestingly, she took in stride her many years in Northern cities, perhaps because she was able to meet Southerners wherever she went. Sadly, she stopped making homemade mayonnaise and began to put dark meat in her chicken salad, but she did remember how to set a table. While in Philadelphia, Miss McGarr met her long-time companion, Miss Judy Troyer, with whom she would share many lovely vacations and several questionable real estate transactions.
As an online discussion involving Mike Godwin grows longer, the probability of the topic under discussion becoming Mike Godwin approaches 1.
From the Chambers Dictionary:
stud /stud/ noun … 5. A sexually potent or active man, or one who thinks he is
From a news story on McClatchy:
U.S. authorities had recovered the pieces over several years, some of which had been put up for auction.
I posted this on Craigslist this morning and I’m posting it here too in hopes that it’ll double the chance of being able to find it in a search:
I see you nearly every morning in the first car of the Millbrae train that leaves Richmond at 6:27 am. You’ve got reddish blond hair, usually casually dressed. We both get on in the East Bay and we are among the few who stay on the train past San Francisco — you get off in South San Francisco and I stay on till Millbrae. This morning I was sitting right behind you, and as I got off, I noticed a set of keys on the seat where you’d been. I took them, figuring I’ll see you tomorrow morning and I can give them back to you then. But if you see this, maybe we can figure out how to get them back to you today.Keywords: lost keys, keys lost on BART, found keys, keys found on BART, key ring, Tumi, journey, pocket knife
My email address is the name of this blog at mac dot com.
Later: I returned the keys to their owner a few days later.
Squander and youth are just different forms of the same word. Might as well try to stop breathing your breath.
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