Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Graffiti
Apparently 'graffiti' is plural, and the singular's 'graffito.'
"The real battle is for your mind
Wake up!" (6th Ave, between Summit and 4th St)
"It's not just BUSH . . .
it's systematic" (9th Ave, by the alley just west of High St)
"Drugs hurt" (6th Ave and Summit)
a drawing of a cat that has apparently just pooped (everywhere)(not that the cat has pooped everywhere, just that the drawings appear everywhere)
Speaking of which, one term for the police is the "po-po," right? "Popo" is also a word in Spanish. Guess what it means.
Apparently 'graffiti' is plural, and the singular's 'graffito.'
"The real battle is for your mind
Wake up!" (6th Ave, between Summit and 4th St)
"It's not just BUSH . . .
it's systematic" (9th Ave, by the alley just west of High St)
"Drugs hurt" (6th Ave and Summit)
a drawing of a cat that has apparently just pooped (everywhere)(not that the cat has pooped everywhere, just that the drawings appear everywhere)
Speaking of which, one term for the police is the "po-po," right? "Popo" is also a word in Spanish. Guess what it means.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
1 in 10, my ass
So today I was in the Multicultural Center in the LMU Student Union helping plan an upcoming event, and we figured some stuff out, and then we left, and I was walking down the hall when a woman who used to watch Caleb back when she had more free time breezed past. "Hey, Liz," and I kept walking and there were two women standing there talking and I recognized one of them as Liz's ex-girlfriend and the other as some chick about whom I know absolutely nothing except, I kid you not, that she is a member of a gay swim team, and back behind me, Liz was talking to some dude with the fairiest voice that ever fairied, and I thought, in elation, "Eeeee! I'm the straightest person in this hallway!" And I floated on a rainbow cloud all the way back down the eight flights of stairs to the ground.
So today I was in the Multicultural Center in the LMU Student Union helping plan an upcoming event, and we figured some stuff out, and then we left, and I was walking down the hall when a woman who used to watch Caleb back when she had more free time breezed past. "Hey, Liz," and I kept walking and there were two women standing there talking and I recognized one of them as Liz's ex-girlfriend and the other as some chick about whom I know absolutely nothing except, I kid you not, that she is a member of a gay swim team, and back behind me, Liz was talking to some dude with the fairiest voice that ever fairied, and I thought, in elation, "Eeeee! I'm the straightest person in this hallway!" And I floated on a rainbow cloud all the way back down the eight flights of stairs to the ground.
