In books and movies laundromats are always the setting of some romantic meeting or misadventure. The dryers hum, the washing machines spin in unison. Eyes meet over folded linen, hands brush as a stray item is returned. An excuse is made to meet again.
The only person who talks to me at the laundromat is the old woman with thinning hair. She is always there on Tuesdays. She asks me how my cat is doing. "fine" I say and scrape the cat hair out of the lint trap. "yours?". She launches into a story that I can't quite hear due to the noise from the tumble dryers. I nod and smile. We fold our laundry, say goodbye.
18 May 2010
07 May 2010
Art Faliure
(he)Art Failure.
White gallery walls, bare wood floor.
[You] and your projector in the empty space.
Cord plugged into the metal outlet on the floor.
The images flicker, are slow, superimposed with type. Drab colors. Basic font.
Overhead the voice speaks in a measures tone, continues. The reel keeps going.
I left.
Were you trying to convince me to listen to what you had to say?
White gallery walls, bare wood floor.
[You] and your projector in the empty space.
Cord plugged into the metal outlet on the floor.
The images flicker, are slow, superimposed with type. Drab colors. Basic font.
Overhead the voice speaks in a measures tone, continues. The reel keeps going.
I left.
Were you trying to convince me to listen to what you had to say?
04 May 2010
taxi porn/taxi scorn
So, I have crossed the line into criminal and made my first foray into the world of vandalism. Graffiti by way of a size large black sharpie pen.
Shhh. I know, a terrible thing defacing someone else's property, and without any artistic value either.
But let me tell you about the Yellow Cab taxi advertisements. All of the taxi's have advertising boards on the top and recently they were all bought by a chain of strip clubs in the city. Now wherever you go photos of scantily clad women follow you around the city trying to entice you to visit a "gentleman's club". Downtown, in residential neighborhoods, next to the school, on the freeway, in the 7-11 parking lot.
Finally it got to me, I was walking to the grocery store late last night only to be faced with yet another cab-with-pole-girl. So.
I casually added a black sharpie to my shopping basket and once out in the empty parking lot, tiptoed up to the empty car. The marker made a satisfying squeak on the billboard paper and then I was carrying my shopping bag home, heels clicking on the pavement. The picture of innocence.
Shhh. I know, a terrible thing defacing someone else's property, and without any artistic value either.
But let me tell you about the Yellow Cab taxi advertisements. All of the taxi's have advertising boards on the top and recently they were all bought by a chain of strip clubs in the city. Now wherever you go photos of scantily clad women follow you around the city trying to entice you to visit a "gentleman's club". Downtown, in residential neighborhoods, next to the school, on the freeway, in the 7-11 parking lot.
Finally it got to me, I was walking to the grocery store late last night only to be faced with yet another cab-with-pole-girl. So.
I casually added a black sharpie to my shopping basket and once out in the empty parking lot, tiptoed up to the empty car. The marker made a satisfying squeak on the billboard paper and then I was carrying my shopping bag home, heels clicking on the pavement. The picture of innocence.
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