I play rochambeau with ghosts, take photos of space, and ride my bike in the bus lane.
The Day of the Dead is actually two days. I don’t think I knew this. Looking at Mexican folk art of skeletons many years ago, I thought up Hirst’s diamond skull.
I set up a friend with a wireless network today. New York City must glow internet. Anyway, she lives on the East Side and the marathon was today and traffic was crazy. The addition of hundreds of pedicabs greatly hindered my usual traffic-weaving. I want a flying bicycle.
How about some dirt? I forgot the clocks changed last night and woke up like the Keystone Cops this morning late for a Sunday appointment. This is the time of year when people say, “Keep it crisp.” Fresh or stale, always crisp.
If I have to go out on Halloween, I wear my rock n roll clothes and tell people oy am wot oy am. Make it Halloween every day if you have to take it so seriously.
The Commerce Bank near me is now TD Bank. (What does that mean? To Do Bank?) Overnight they changed the entire color scheme from red, white, and blue to green and white. It looks less like Las Vegas at least. The diner near me used to called Happy Donuts. Things change.
Ok, I’m at the diner. A nice old lady sat next to me at the counter and ordered a scrambled egg sandwich and a carrot/celery juice. Very healthy.
She saw I was reading The New Yorker and asked, “What are they saying about the election?” Instead of saying what I wanted to say — “What election?” — I said, “This is an old issue,” which was true.
“Do you know if they endorsed someone?”
“Obama.”
“REALLY??!? I know New York magazine endorsed Obama but The New Yorker?!?” Granny from another planet.
“He’ll be a fine president.”
“I don’t know…”, she said with a quaver in her voice.
Wow. I broke eggs with the only Republican on the Upper West Side on Halloween.
Later in the day, I saw a kid dressed up in a gray ice cream cone. He sported a sign: Hurricane Katrina. Who dresses up as one of the most destructive forces in nature? What will he be when he grows up?
I’m just wearing a wig and some funny clothes tonight. Abbie the Yippie. Hugh the dude.
I had a full night talking about this and that. The pipes are clanking.
Riding on the sidewalk but not for long
In which I get wonky and talk about the media… How would an American nonprofit news program about “the world” be constructed? (or does 1010 WINS really think they’ve covered the world in 22 minutes?) Continue reading “World Focus on the World’s Bellybutton”
There’s a sense of dread in the air. Only liking it one bit. I like people walking around in giant tubes and gear getups.
My last post wasn’t meant to foment anything — dare I link to the housefly Sylvia Kraus style intellect that is Mark Levin. I shouldn’t be surprised and should just be a banana slug — but I’m constantly chagrined by the mendacity of people involved in the political process.
I call for more Kryssy at Mermaid Parade!! Different Efx.
I was going through some piles and found this flyer. I wish I remembered where I got it from…
The grip of fear that motivates people can be powerful. Tasteless poisons! I scanned it in and you can read the full content after the jump if you want to. Continue reading “Old Paper Not in Use: Wingnuts of the Past”
I had a massive post planned but technology blew me away. Long story. Ok short story. No forget it. I started writing about it and it was tainted. Enjoy these bits.
There is a great online archive, more for the oldsters probably. They have all presidential TV ads since 1952. I’m sure there are books and articles that run in this vein but it’s interesting to watch a bunch of these ads and think about who won and why and then what happened after. The curator’s choice is a good place to start.
If you listen to bluegrass and blues and goth, you might think about the moon.