Archive for August 30th, 2008

30
Aug
08

Kids are Wacky

Backseat of my car. PA.
June 2008
Sleep is nothing more than a dirty trick to make us all look funny.
Sleep is nothing more than a dirty trick to make us all look ridiculous.

One of my nieces fell asleep in the car, as did her brother–whose foot is pressed firmly against M’s forehead. Too bad they’re both too young to appreciate how funny this looks. And too bad later on they’ll just hate me for showing this picture in public.

The cruelest tradeoff to having a good sleep is that one loses all control over one’s dignity.

30
Aug
08

The Carbs-Only Diet

Purdue Rec Center (back entrance)

Early Spring 2008

Someone dropped their meatwich.

Someone dropped their meatwich.

Saw what’s left of this lunch item right near the back entrance to the gym. There was no bread substance in sight, leading me to wonder if the previous owner of these tasty animal and vegetable slices went staight for the carbs and ditched the protein in defiance of health advice. I also wondered how a sandwich gets loose this close to the entrance/exit of a gym. Not like there’s any eating establishment nearby.

30
Aug
08

Boys and Their Insecurities

Grant Street, Purdue. Near the Union Club.

Late Spring 2008

Oh, forget it. Need I lower myslef to the crass jokes?

Hey that's a giant....Oh, forget it.

I was on my way to teach one day towards the end of the semester. I heard these guys yelling at everyone on the road and noticed they were pulling something. When I got close enough to see it was the giant head of a rooster, I thought, “Ah, college.” A week or so later I saw it in front of one of the Frat houses, but it had been re-painted yellow. How many crass jokes* have been uttered in reference to this disembodied poultry? Where did it come from? How did they obtain it? And where is it now?

*I’d make some of my own right now, but my mom might be reading this blog and I don’t want her to find out I know some dirty words.

30
Aug
08

Weeeellnow. Isn’t that nice.

Rooftop parking level, Grant Street Parking. Purdue.

Spring 2008

I usually park in the same spot (or close) when using the Grant Street garage. I realized later that this bit of artwork appeared between me leaving one day and arriving the next. What amused me the most was the little cloud of “hair” on the top of the can. Way to use the 3 dimensions available, Mr./Ms. Graffiti-ist.

The trashcan remained for a few days then disappeared. Sad loss of pubic public art. (sorry)




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