Monday, February 09, 2004

phase 1 of the ross harvey art project With his generous donation of $8 to Duh! I was able to begin the Ross Harvey art project.  My only notion about this project was that it should involve polyurethane foam and thrift store junk.  The foam cost $5.04 and the Salvation Army junk cost $3.24, which immediately put me twenty-eight cents over budget. The project must go on nonetheless. 11:04:40 PM    comment []

Phase 1 involved combining the Wiley Coyote coffee mug and the sprinkler head with the poly urethane foam. Phase 2 will inlvolve embedding the the coyote/sprinkler object into an interesting urban niche with another generous application of the foam.  (The stuff dries very strong). (I was very careful not to get the foam on my fingers or hand as I did once many years ago.  This was a very miserable experience.  I had just fallen in love with this gallery girl named Tiffany.  But after getting hardened polyurethane foam on my fingers, it was very awkward to caress and make love to her.  I had scratchy, unpleasant mutant fingers and the damn stuff wouldn't come off.)  Tune in tomorrow for phase 2. 10:59:37 PM    comment []

snap, crackle, pop I hear this noise in my head quite frequently that sounds an awful lot like a bowl of Kellog's Rice Crispies snapping and crackling and popping. After a night of drinking the Rice Crispy sounds are a lot louder.           Is this normal? 8:06:47 PM    comment []

the coolest thing in the world I remember back in late 70s and very early 80s when Atari was the coolest thing in the world and every kid wanted one. In fact, I remember when I went to Tyrone Mall there was always this big line of kids at Sears waiting to play Space Invaders on the store's demo Atari, back before it was a common thing.  I would stand behind the crowd of kids and look up at the tv screen, watching the little aliens slowly march down the screen dropping their bombs.  I couldn't believe such a neat thing really existed.  I would wait and wait for my turn to play but I never could wait long enough and I never got to play.  I remember three successive Chistmases as they related to the whole Atari phenomenon.  There was the first Christmas when Atari hit toy shelves.  At this time only the richest kids got an Atari, or maybe the kids who were spoiled by their parents even though they weren't rich.  If you had an Atari this season, you might as well have been God.   The next Christmas was when most middle class kids got an Atari.  It was still fresh enough and cool enough that kids would happily brag about it when they came back from the holidays. Then there was the third Christmas after Atari came out.  This is when Atari was already kind of old.  Kids were either sick of it, or they had moved on to a more advanced system like Nintendo.   People weren't even talking about Ataris that year.  Atari had become lame and stupid.  That was the Christmas I got an Atari. 7:10:55 PM    comment []

speed I never really saw my dad do anything too wild or macho when I was growing up.  It's not that he was unmanly or anything, it just wasn't his style.  And it might have something to do with the fact that his mom and his wife had p-whipped all of that kind of stuff out of him. But I remember this one time when we were coming back from church in our '69 VW  bug.  We were putting along slowly and safely as always, when I said, "how come you never drive fast, Dad? Suddenly my dad got this wild look in his eye and he stepped on the gas pedal.  Our bug's little motor screamed out and I got a taste of a strange new sensation: speed. "Oh, Bill!" my mom screamed. My dad's foot immediately came off the accelerator and we slowed to our normal puttering for the rest of the way home. 8:00:57 AM    comment []

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