For about 10 minutes last night, the sky turned pink.
Monday, July 25, 2016
Abduction
It appears that Ray was walking across the deck railing when he was abruptly beamed out of his shoes by aliens. I hope they beam him back.
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Rodney McMillian's "Untitled, 2005"
The above installation of Rodney McMillian's "Untitled, 2005", which is an enormous piece of what was once someone's wall-to-wall carpet, was one of the pieces at 30 Americans stood out to me.
Stained and worn, you can see where the closet would have been, where the couch likely rested, where life took place. It is simple yet arresting — who's lives were lived on this carpet? A million things happened here to people who loved and were loved and now this, just their carpet. We are forced to speculate their entire lives: What happened here?
A wall-to-wall Rorschach.
Invisible Man
“I am an invisible man. No I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe: Nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, simply because people refuse to see me.”
― Ralph Ellison
Friday, July 15, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Sunday, July 3, 2016
The Rootbeer Stand
I had the overwhelming desire for a footlong on Friday night so Ray and I fired up the Blue Ranger and took it for a spin to Sharonville, which was the closest hot dog stand we could find. Turns out, the Rootbeer Stand has been there since 1957.
Footlongs. Chips. Rootbeer. Cash only.
Friday, July 1, 2016
Petunias and peeling paint
We are having the deck repainted soon, but I don't really mind the peeling paint.
Fangirl
I went full on fangirl to Jim Obergefell, telling him that he once liked one of tweets and therefore we are best friends. He indulged me.
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