dream!
the flip side of reality
sunday, may 20, 2007
parking lot palindromes
I meet Mom and Karen and Aunt Betty after a play or symphony at a cafeteria. I notice (while I'm holding a tray of food) in the parking lot that the license plates of about 8 cars parked in a row line up into a giant, only slightly cryptic palindrome about the civil war (or was it WWII or Vietnam?) Accompanying this image is a series of photographs of twins and it turns out that we are at a twin convention, which is why mom and her sister are both here. The Music Machine will be performing; this is back in the days of junior high before I was in it; my sister has her hair in curlers and Aunt Betty (who looks like Gretchen and is another pianist) has the dress on with a loose cotton short over it to protect the sequins.
saturday, may 19, 2007
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friday, may 18, 2007
patently yours
patent applications (i'm reading them), some of them brilliant but obvsiously done late at night after a third pot of coffee.
A close inspection of a Googlemaps look at a military base reveals obviously doctored images... gigantic 50-ft high legs with tiny bodies attached, for instance, and a note from Google that since the military won't let them publish the high-res images, this farce will have to suffice.
I make a video of a brilliant and spontaneous moment. An African guy recites poetry or sings a song I wrote and some other foreign guy pipes in with a dance (?)
thursday, may 17, 2007
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wednesday, may 16, 2007
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tuesday, may 15, 2007
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monday, may 14, 2007
if jesus is everywhere, is he in this website?
I'm traveling ...somewhere with ... someone, in a Mormon state that isn't Utah. Nevada? No, probably Idaho. We're in a van, the few of us, and I really must use a toilet somewhere. We stop in front of a building with some people milling about, turns out it's a church, and since it's Saturday, the Mormon holy day, services are in session. I'm dressed for the road, i.e. as a slob, and am self-conscious around all the well-dressed well-to-do-ers. I can't go into that place looking like this, and think I'm going to blend in, unnoticed. Since childhood, I've always been uncomfortable going into churches that aren't Catholic (those are the only ones I knew) since from what I did know about churches, there are rules and weird customs and you are supposed to follow them, little secret rules like tapping in the holy water, and not walking across the altar without kneeling, etc. Who knows WHAT odd rules you'll find in a church you've never been to before?
So I hold it until the next stop. As I'm walking out, I see two Mexican immigrant groundskeepers chatting with one another. The one seems to be a skeptic.
1: So, let me get this straight: They say that Jesus is everywhere?
2 (confidently): Yes.
1: Then you're telling me he's RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW?
2 (unconfidently): ...y...es.
Later, I'm collecting parts to build a radio or computer or something long those lines, and then we're driving around a suburban circular road that's a huger, richer, more conformist version of Casa Bonita Drive, where I lived as a kid. It's night and the orangish lights leave tracers. I see a community park where a handful of children and adults sit in a loose, widely-spaced circle.