Thursday, June 22, 2006
7 days...and bla managed bla bla...
- listen to a crap-ton of eastern european gypsy music. if the music were a tangible item, such as thinly sliced smoked salmon, it would surely fill a bath tub. and I would most likely put a few pieces on my face. well, there goes my "get out of the psych ward free" card.
- find a shopping center called "consumer square." Yea, crazy shit happens when you get in a car and drive away from tall things and towards smaller things (I am allowed only one intelligent comment a day...unfortunately for you, i used this earlier when discussing the significance of the kanji for wife within the Japanese feminist movement...in Farsi). I guess the people who named this shopping center figured that if you are living that far in the burbs you must already have no soul, and thusly would not be offended by the shopping complex calling you a consumer whore. Shout "consumer whore" in a crowded theater and what happens? Nobody moves. And where are most theaters? In the burbs. My point exactly.
- come across a congregation of shopping carts at the edge of a pair of railroad tracks, obviously about to commit suicide. I was about to stop them from making the worst decision of their lives (which were clearly almost over anyways...come on, that rust was caked), but then i realized that I needed to document this event. Photographs to come shortly...
- find a shopping center called "consumer square." Yea, crazy shit happens when you get in a car and drive away from tall things and towards smaller things (I am allowed only one intelligent comment a day...unfortunately for you, i used this earlier when discussing the significance of the kanji for wife within the Japanese feminist movement...in Farsi). I guess the people who named this shopping center figured that if you are living that far in the burbs you must already have no soul, and thusly would not be offended by the shopping complex calling you a consumer whore. Shout "consumer whore" in a crowded theater and what happens? Nobody moves. And where are most theaters? In the burbs. My point exactly.
- come across a congregation of shopping carts at the edge of a pair of railroad tracks, obviously about to commit suicide. I was about to stop them from making the worst decision of their lives (which were clearly almost over anyways...come on, that rust was caked), but then i realized that I needed to document this event. Photographs to come shortly...
# posted by Kim : 15:37
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