A bit ago, I posted about one line. Now, I'm posting about one letter.
Throughout the day, I spend a lot of time reading. It's part of my job and it's part of my fun. I read fb posts and legal documents and lame yahoo articles and sports scores and classics and cream puffs and nonfiction. I read price signs and traffic signs and bills and emails.
Just one letter can make a difference.
For example, today alone, I found the following one letter errors:
Pubic affairs meeting, tonight, 7pm.
Deprecation totaled $9,285,332 for the year 2013.
Here we are with some of our closet friends. Only the Huberts were missing!
For sale: trinkets, clothing, and housewars.
Facepalm.
Letters do matter. Just one can make a whole sentence just sound awful, or bring the hilarity factor to the table when it really doesn't need to be there.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
avocados & bad seuss
About a year ago, I was introduced to the idea of using avocados in everything instead of mayo. Yay, grocery store marketing campaign: it worked, and now I'm hooked. No more mayo for me! I use avocados in deviled eggs. It tastes yum, and you can almost go back to your Green Eggs and Ham days if you want...yes, it does tinge them a bit, but I promise, the shade is not as bad as that of the pale green pants with nobody inside them.
Today I tried it with my tuna fish. It was too hot to cook anything, and I wanted more protein than just the avocado by itself would provide. It did look like someone had messed up one fish two fish, but it was actually really good...just need to remember to put some more spices in next time, and it will be epic!
Avocados are good. I'm a believer. Too bad they're so dang expensive. I bought a bunch at the cinco de mayo sale though, and mom told me to let them ripen and then stick them in the fridge and they'll keep, and it's worked like a charm. Hail avocados! Down with mayonnaise!
Today I tried it with my tuna fish. It was too hot to cook anything, and I wanted more protein than just the avocado by itself would provide. It did look like someone had messed up one fish two fish, but it was actually really good...just need to remember to put some more spices in next time, and it will be epic!
Avocados are good. I'm a believer. Too bad they're so dang expensive. I bought a bunch at the cinco de mayo sale though, and mom told me to let them ripen and then stick them in the fridge and they'll keep, and it's worked like a charm. Hail avocados! Down with mayonnaise!
Sunday, May 11, 2014
scrappy books
When I was about 14, I went through a phase where I would listen to basketball games while I scrapbooked. I would have watched them, but access to a tv was sometimes difficult to get, and so I would just do random scrapbook things while I listened. I didn't go all-out...that's not really my style, especially when I didn't really have any money, and my mom wasn't into scrapbooking, so I made do with the minimalist gear I had.
That's probably why there's more stuff in those scrapbooks than in any other years...the time between when I was 14-16. Seems like I just had a lot of energy and time back then...
But last night, I was scrapbooking. I was, admittedly, feeling a little sorry for myself that I didn't have anything to do on Saturday night. I thought, well, it's been awhile since I scrapbooked, and it's way better to do something useful than to sit around and mope.
And you know what...it was a good thing. Every picture I was in meant someone cared enough about me to stop to take a photo. I wasn't much into taking photos for the first few years of my life. I came across some really funny pictures, though...and some that made my heart squeeze a little.
I found one of my cousins and their mom, 20 years ago. It hurt my heart that 2 of the 4 people in the picture are no longer alive. I found a whole section of pictures I took of my sister and her fiancé ten years ago. They both looked so happy...theirs was a beautiful marriage, cut too short by Evil Nemesis Cancer.
I found some of my cousins...I used to spend more time with them, but I bet it's been almost 10 years since I've seen the majority of the cousins on my mom's side. There was one where the group of cousins that were between 3-5 years older than I was were all posing, and it made me laugh. The thing about scrapbooking is that it brings back memories. I couldn't help myself from editorializing as I went through the pictures. The thing I found myself wishing most is that I had been more diligent about wearing sunscreen. There was one set of pictures I came across...I was either 11 or 12. In all the pictures, I looked extraordinarily red and extraordinarily unhappy. There were some that looked like I had just been crying, and some others with my face seeming bright red, with a forced smile. I didn't remember being really unhappy, but then I think, yep, puberty was no fun...no wonder I looked like that in those pictures. So many feelings, so much angst, so much that I was trying so hard to express. Maybe I tried to express too much...maybe that's why I got so many "extra chores." I should have said, 'Mom, you're stifling my expression!' Haha...yep...that would not have gone my way. :P Not that I mind now, though. I'm grateful that I had experiences that helped me learn how to deal with my emotions.
I'm so grateful, too. It seems I've gotten prettier as I've gotten older. I really don't think it's that I like myself more now than I did then...it's just that I guess I grew into my features. Most of the boys that liked me back then (assuming there were any...I admit I've kind of forgotten all about that, and I really don't want to dredge up the memories) must have liked me for my winning personality. :)
It was a night the brought back lots of memories, and made me want to be closer to my family. Which is good, because a sister of mine is going to be moving within driving distance! So now I'll have more family close. Yay for happy memories, and yay for family.
art
In my apartment, I have (on the walls)
1 original painting I did by myself
1 original painting my friends and I collaborated on
3 original coast scenes
1 family picture collage
1 scenic tourism picture collage
2 limited edition prints
1 framed map
1 framed landscape (with the requisite cow, of course)
1 etching that hung in my bedroom when I was a little girl
I look forward to getting a "where the wild things are" print in the future. I would also love a Japanese scroll painting, the kind that have muted blues and greens in them and have mountains, trees, and elegant birds in them. (No people allowed, of course.)
Last night I went to an art walk, where a bunch of galleries stay open a little later than usual and kind of try to work together to sell a lot of art. One of the galleries was having a show of miniatures...most were no bigger than 4"x4". The brush strokes were incredible; for some of the detail, I'm sure that the artist used brushes that were no bigger than five hairs, and there were about 300 of them on the wall. I decided one day it might be cool to have a bunch of miniatures. There were a few that I really liked, and I still may go in and buy one, but I have to think about it. There's only so much wall space in a place, and only so many dollars in my pocket. But it was fun to go and see what's there and know that there is creativity alive and well. Sometimes, I get so bogged down in the every-day that I forget about the beauty of art. But I'm remembering this week!
1 original painting I did by myself
1 original painting my friends and I collaborated on
3 original coast scenes
1 family picture collage
1 scenic tourism picture collage
2 limited edition prints
1 framed map
1 framed landscape (with the requisite cow, of course)
1 etching that hung in my bedroom when I was a little girl
I look forward to getting a "where the wild things are" print in the future. I would also love a Japanese scroll painting, the kind that have muted blues and greens in them and have mountains, trees, and elegant birds in them. (No people allowed, of course.)
Last night I went to an art walk, where a bunch of galleries stay open a little later than usual and kind of try to work together to sell a lot of art. One of the galleries was having a show of miniatures...most were no bigger than 4"x4". The brush strokes were incredible; for some of the detail, I'm sure that the artist used brushes that were no bigger than five hairs, and there were about 300 of them on the wall. I decided one day it might be cool to have a bunch of miniatures. There were a few that I really liked, and I still may go in and buy one, but I have to think about it. There's only so much wall space in a place, and only so many dollars in my pocket. But it was fun to go and see what's there and know that there is creativity alive and well. Sometimes, I get so bogged down in the every-day that I forget about the beauty of art. But I'm remembering this week!
Sunday, May 4, 2014
one line
Sometimes, I think about one line. One line from a play, one line from a text, one line from a book, one line of music.
If you take out the line, how much does it have an effect on the rest of the piece? If you think about it, every sketch is made of a series of lines; every book is made of lines of text, every text message is a line of communication, every spoken word in a play is called a line. One line is all you need to connect one thing to another. It's true that the more lines you have connecting two things, the tighter they're linked, and the harder it is to erase the line.
Sometimes, I think, what if one line was left out? Think of your favorite poem, or your favorite song. How different would it be if your favorite line was left out? Would it still be your favorite?
Often, I get a song stuck in my head, and it's one line from that song. If it's a song I don't like, occasionally I wish that the one line would just disappear and that I could forget it entirely. But if that line is the "backbone" of the song, or the point of the poem, or the first words in a conversation with that really cute person you've been trying to get your nerve up to talk to for ages now, or "I love you," then it seems like the one line, that one connection, isn't just one line. It's more than one line.
I was thinking, if you picked a line from a book, any line, and took it out, the chances of it mattering are pretty slim. You would have lots of other lines of text to give you information and context. But in a sonnet, taking out one line would make an entirely different poem. And in a haiku, one line missing ruins the structure completely.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that every line matters. Every decision, every connection, every day matters. Yes, you might just think of it as one line of text in a life, or one measure of music in a song, and that it's ok because you have context and other lines to back it up and give context. But sometimes, if you have a limited number of pencil strokes, or lines, in the painting of your life, it seems to me that it's important to keep tracing over the lines that you want to really stand out, so they won't fade.
If you leave one line out, then how do you know?
I was thinking about this in church as I was singing a hymn. And then as we stopped singing, I thought of the first poem I ever worked at memorizing. I was in fourth grade, and I still remember most of it. It's the one about the roads diverged in the yellow wood. The last line says, "And I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." Even if you claimed that "and that has made all the difference is actually a second line, if you took either one of them out, the poem would not be nearly as impactful. The person in the poem drew a lonely line that probably went in a roundabout way, but realized that he/she would never get back to that exact place, time, and situation...so even if the exact intersection was visited multiple times, it would never be the same.
Every. Line. Counts.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Golden Gardens
Tonight I went to Golden Gardens, at the suggestion of The Conrad, who sadly wasn't actually there with me. The weather was beautiful, and although it was a little late by the time we actually got there, it was still gorgeous. I didn't even need a jacket until 8:15!
Even though The Conrad was stuck at work, Ronnster and RoJo and others were there with me. I burned my accounting book in effigy. It took a long time to burn. That class took a long way to burn itself out of my system, too.
We sat on the beach, and made some s'mores. (I had 0.5, which was 0.5 too much.) We talked and laughed and sang. And there were hugs. And trains in the background. And the whooshing of the tide as it crept in. And a ukelele. And I wore my sweatshirt, my "bonfire" sweatshirt...the one I never wear unless it's a bonfire. I wash it every time, afterwards, but I'm sure it still has bonfire smell embedded in it.It was lovely, and I loved seeing my friends, getting hugs, and laughing so much.
Cheers to friends. Cheers to summer. Cheers to no more accounting book.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Little Boxes
Little boxes, in the condo,
little boxes made of brown cardboard
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all the same
There's a book box and an art box and a clothes box and a random box
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all taped up.
Little boxes, full of my stuff
Little boxes made of brown cardboard
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all the same.
There's the spice box and an art box and a clothes box and a random box
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all taped up.
Start unpacking, start unpacking
says my head to my little hands
start unpacking all the boxes, start to cut through all the tape
there's the dish box and the bath box and the tool box and the random box
and they're all made out of cardboard and they're all still taped up tight.
little boxes, in the condo
little boxes made of brown cardboard
little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all stacked high
they're all waiting for attention, and they long to be organized
little boxes, in the condo, little boxes....where's the knife?!
little boxes made of brown cardboard
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all the same
There's a book box and an art box and a clothes box and a random box
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all taped up.
Little boxes, full of my stuff
Little boxes made of brown cardboard
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all the same.
There's the spice box and an art box and a clothes box and a random box
Little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all taped up.
Start unpacking, start unpacking
says my head to my little hands
start unpacking all the boxes, start to cut through all the tape
there's the dish box and the bath box and the tool box and the random box
and they're all made out of cardboard and they're all still taped up tight.
little boxes, in the condo
little boxes made of brown cardboard
little boxes, in the condo, little boxes, all stacked high
they're all waiting for attention, and they long to be organized
little boxes, in the condo, little boxes....where's the knife?!
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Squirrelly
On the day that I bought my couch (yes! I did finally find one that is uber comfy), something really unfortunate happened. I was on my way home, and feeling really good about life, when something not so nice happened. A squirrel darted in front of my car and I squished it. At first I thought either I had gone too fast or it had been too slow, and it was safe, but that was not the case. I looked at it in the rear view mirror. I was sad! I hadn't done it on purpose! Ending a life, even a squirrelly one, on accident, was not in the plan for that day.
I hoped that its family would be ok, and that it would had a quick death and did not feel the pain. In almost 15 years of driving, this is the first time something like this has happened to me. I hoped the cars behind me would be able to navigate around it. I was really just sad and felt sticky. "But it was an accident!" I thought. Accidents happen, but the consequences really just aren't good anyway. But at least they aren't on purpose. Then I would feel so much worse!!! I'm glad I don't have that kind of personality.
Then the voting part of me wondered if the city had a squirrel or other patrol to take care of the poor little remains. I hoped so...didn't want the indignity to last any longer than it had to.
Goodbye, squirrel. I did not mean you harm. I hope you are in squirrel heaven...with a tree full of nuts and some other squirrels to squeak with.
I hoped that its family would be ok, and that it would had a quick death and did not feel the pain. In almost 15 years of driving, this is the first time something like this has happened to me. I hoped the cars behind me would be able to navigate around it. I was really just sad and felt sticky. "But it was an accident!" I thought. Accidents happen, but the consequences really just aren't good anyway. But at least they aren't on purpose. Then I would feel so much worse!!! I'm glad I don't have that kind of personality.
Then the voting part of me wondered if the city had a squirrel or other patrol to take care of the poor little remains. I hoped so...didn't want the indignity to last any longer than it had to.
Goodbye, squirrel. I did not mean you harm. I hope you are in squirrel heaven...with a tree full of nuts and some other squirrels to squeak with.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
No Outlet
Outlets:
1. Electrical: It's really frustrating when you go somewhere, say, a hotel room, and there isn't an electrical outlet in a convenient place, so you can both look at your phone and charge it at the same time. Or if there's a bathroom that doesn't have an electrical socket.
2. Verbal: Sometimes your brain just gets too full of stuff so it has to overflow, and sometimes it does by what is known in Mean Girls as "word vomit." It just bubbles up. Uncontrollably. You can't stop yourself from saying something even if it's terrible horrible and/or inappropriate. Finding ways to stem the verbal tide before you turn into that one lady villain in that one folk tale is really important.
3. Physical: Being able to move and wear yourself out physically so you are tired and want to go to bed is genius. Having a way to use your energy so you don't have to keep all the stress bottled up inside of you definitely counts as an outlet.
I have enough electrical outlets in my life right now. And I am grateful that I have some verbal outlets, too...but right now, because I had an ankle wrench, I don't have a physical outlet. I'm pretty much a boring blah on the couch. I really don't like it at all. Especially when I have a lot of stress built up and I literally feel the need to go *do* something. Anything, just to make my body as tired as my mind is. Keep in mind, I'm really not one to go to the gym, and I'm naturally a pretty sedentary person. All of my hobbies are indoor and fairly stationary: reading, quilting, guitaring, writing, even gaming. Cooking, too. So when I feel the need to go wandering, it's pretty bad. But because of my ankle, I can't exercise. It makes me feel jittery to sit around inside with comparatively so much more physical energy than emotional energy. Not having an outlet for the physical needs I have is really frustrating, and I'm not sure I can take it for much longer. I hope my monkey-wrenched ankle heals soon so I can be walking, not hobbling, soon.
1. Electrical: It's really frustrating when you go somewhere, say, a hotel room, and there isn't an electrical outlet in a convenient place, so you can both look at your phone and charge it at the same time. Or if there's a bathroom that doesn't have an electrical socket.
2. Verbal: Sometimes your brain just gets too full of stuff so it has to overflow, and sometimes it does by what is known in Mean Girls as "word vomit." It just bubbles up. Uncontrollably. You can't stop yourself from saying something even if it's terrible horrible and/or inappropriate. Finding ways to stem the verbal tide before you turn into that one lady villain in that one folk tale is really important.
3. Physical: Being able to move and wear yourself out physically so you are tired and want to go to bed is genius. Having a way to use your energy so you don't have to keep all the stress bottled up inside of you definitely counts as an outlet.
I have enough electrical outlets in my life right now. And I am grateful that I have some verbal outlets, too...but right now, because I had an ankle wrench, I don't have a physical outlet. I'm pretty much a boring blah on the couch. I really don't like it at all. Especially when I have a lot of stress built up and I literally feel the need to go *do* something. Anything, just to make my body as tired as my mind is. Keep in mind, I'm really not one to go to the gym, and I'm naturally a pretty sedentary person. All of my hobbies are indoor and fairly stationary: reading, quilting, guitaring, writing, even gaming. Cooking, too. So when I feel the need to go wandering, it's pretty bad. But because of my ankle, I can't exercise. It makes me feel jittery to sit around inside with comparatively so much more physical energy than emotional energy. Not having an outlet for the physical needs I have is really frustrating, and I'm not sure I can take it for much longer. I hope my monkey-wrenched ankle heals soon so I can be walking, not hobbling, soon.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Mike Teavee wants couch privileges
I bought a TV yesterday. And a laptop. It wasn't my first time buying a laptop, but it was my first time buying a tv. I don't know how I survived. Normally I am a basket case when I need to buy anything over $100. My brain just goes into shorted fritzed fried frizzled mode and I can't really function and it's difficult for me to actually "pull the trigger." Just ask K, who actually had to leave me at the car dealership so I would buy a car.
It's probably more TV than I need, but I got it on a very good deal and it was actually cheaper than the one I actually wanted, and even bigger, too. (!) I am now the owner of a 50" television. 3D glasses came with it. I'll never use them; they'll make me sick.
I tried to buy a couch, too, but I just couldn't find one that was comfy. If any of you have suggestions, please let me know. It turns out when you only have one couch, it needs to do a lot of different kinds of things. It needs to be tall enough to rest your head on, wide enough and long enough that you can lay down on it, have a comfy arm for sleeping on, be wide enough that you can fold your legs without feeling like you'll fall off, and be a good color. And it has to have no plastic cup holders. Because plastic cup holders imply that a cup will be used on the couch on a regular basis, which I don't really like the idea of. So, do I recline, or do I not recline? I find that usually if i have a recliner, if there's room, I usually end up spreading sideways anyway. So maybe that's not so important. Unless there's more than 2 people sitting on the couch, in which case that is important. I don't have people over often, so that situation likely won't come up often.
Couch shopping is hard work. :(
So yes, I have a TV, and yes, I want to buy a comfy couch privilege, but no, I do not want to be minimized into a three inch tall person like Mike. Oh, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...how I love you. So many life lessons learned from one book. But that's another post for another day.
Good Monday to all, and Good Night!
It's probably more TV than I need, but I got it on a very good deal and it was actually cheaper than the one I actually wanted, and even bigger, too. (!) I am now the owner of a 50" television. 3D glasses came with it. I'll never use them; they'll make me sick.
I tried to buy a couch, too, but I just couldn't find one that was comfy. If any of you have suggestions, please let me know. It turns out when you only have one couch, it needs to do a lot of different kinds of things. It needs to be tall enough to rest your head on, wide enough and long enough that you can lay down on it, have a comfy arm for sleeping on, be wide enough that you can fold your legs without feeling like you'll fall off, and be a good color. And it has to have no plastic cup holders. Because plastic cup holders imply that a cup will be used on the couch on a regular basis, which I don't really like the idea of. So, do I recline, or do I not recline? I find that usually if i have a recliner, if there's room, I usually end up spreading sideways anyway. So maybe that's not so important. Unless there's more than 2 people sitting on the couch, in which case that is important. I don't have people over often, so that situation likely won't come up often.
Couch shopping is hard work. :(
So yes, I have a TV, and yes, I want to buy a comfy couch privilege, but no, I do not want to be minimized into a three inch tall person like Mike. Oh, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...how I love you. So many life lessons learned from one book. But that's another post for another day.
Good Monday to all, and Good Night!
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Fresh Sheet Ode
oh, sweet-smelling, static-filled, still-warm sheets!
the moment after the dryer has announced in audible fashion it's through with you,
indicating that the only thing standing between me and you
is a closed door and the lint trap crying to be emptied before the next load
is the springboard into bliss.
You are worth a two-handed grab out of the dryer.
Our weekly ritual of determining long-side/short-side is soothing.
Sometimes you wrinkle. I guess everybody has bad wash days.
When you try to eat socks, I am dismayed: I think you should leave that to the UndieSock gnome.
The worst is when I have to put you back in because you're still wet.
But after you're dry, wrinkly or not, after I've wrestled your fourth corner to its proper place,
I still love the snap of the top sheet as I flick my wrists, watching you drift down atop the mattress.
You like to be mitered, but you don't like to stay that way.
You'd rather be soft than crisp, because you like to please me.
And when the quilts go on top of you, you carry their weight with pride. :)
the moment after the dryer has announced in audible fashion it's through with you,
indicating that the only thing standing between me and you
is a closed door and the lint trap crying to be emptied before the next load
is the springboard into bliss.
You are worth a two-handed grab out of the dryer.
Our weekly ritual of determining long-side/short-side is soothing.
Sometimes you wrinkle. I guess everybody has bad wash days.
When you try to eat socks, I am dismayed: I think you should leave that to the UndieSock gnome.
The worst is when I have to put you back in because you're still wet.
But after you're dry, wrinkly or not, after I've wrestled your fourth corner to its proper place,
I still love the snap of the top sheet as I flick my wrists, watching you drift down atop the mattress.
You like to be mitered, but you don't like to stay that way.
You'd rather be soft than crisp, because you like to please me.
And when the quilts go on top of you, you carry their weight with pride. :)
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Rock On, Goldilocks
Hey kid, rock and roll / Rock on, ooh, my soul
Hey kid, boogey too, did ya / Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in them blue suede shoes
Hey kid, rock and roll, rock on
And where do we go from here / Which is the way that's clear
Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen / Prettiest girl I ever seen See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean / James Dean
etc.
-"Rock On," David Essex, 1973
Sometimes I hear that song on the radio. The only lines I know are the bridge, the endless "rock on" litany at the end of the song, and the two lines I've bolded. For some irrational reason, this song has always made me want to have a pair of blue suede shoes to jump up and down in. And so for some irrational reason,when I had a gift card I needed to use up, and I found these blue jean baby queens on the almighty Amazon, I could not resist.
I have considered buying frivolous shoes before. Once, I even came very close. I was in high school and for some reason I wanted a pair of 4" high silver shoes that were basically only held on to my feet by a band of clear plastic over my toes. I really wanted those shoes, but my practicality won out. I have to say, I'm kind of glad, as they really weren't "me" and as you can really only buy one pair of absolutely frivol shoes in your lifetime, I'm really glad I didn't waste mine on that.
These are much, much better. Heels just the right height, toes with just the right amount of point, suede that's just the right color of blue. It's like I was Goldilocks, but instead of eating porridge, I was searching for just the right shoes. (Anyone who has been shoe shopping with me knows that sometimes there aren't just three bears in the story...it's more like six or seven, with lots of side trips and suitable distractions thrown in for good measure.)
Having found the perfect fit, I waited impatiently for them to arrive, and as soon as they did, I slipped them on, and did, indeed, jump up and down in them, and had a dance party.
For those interested, neither David Essex nor Jimmy Dean attended.
Hey kid, boogey too, did ya / Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in them blue suede shoes
Hey kid, rock and roll, rock on
And where do we go from here / Which is the way that's clear
Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen / Prettiest girl I ever seen See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean / James Dean
etc.
-"Rock On," David Essex, 1973
I have considered buying frivolous shoes before. Once, I even came very close. I was in high school and for some reason I wanted a pair of 4" high silver shoes that were basically only held on to my feet by a band of clear plastic over my toes. I really wanted those shoes, but my practicality won out. I have to say, I'm kind of glad, as they really weren't "me" and as you can really only buy one pair of absolutely frivol shoes in your lifetime, I'm really glad I didn't waste mine on that.
These are much, much better. Heels just the right height, toes with just the right amount of point, suede that's just the right color of blue. It's like I was Goldilocks, but instead of eating porridge, I was searching for just the right shoes. (Anyone who has been shoe shopping with me knows that sometimes there aren't just three bears in the story...it's more like six or seven, with lots of side trips and suitable distractions thrown in for good measure.)
Having found the perfect fit, I waited impatiently for them to arrive, and as soon as they did, I slipped them on, and did, indeed, jump up and down in them, and had a dance party.
For those interested, neither David Essex nor Jimmy Dean attended.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Cubism
Photograph
2014
The literal-mindedness of the artist is captured through the realistic shape depicted. The dynamic layers within the piece show that a cube is perhaps not as simple as something with six sides. Indeed, the shape shown does, in fact, not meet the specifications to be a cube, which lends a sense of whimsy to the piece, and serves to underscore the title.
I make myself laugh. Sisters who say I do not have a sense of humor, I respectfully disagree.
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