Tuesday, March 07, 2006 goo goo ga ga roller derby
Today I skated around on the sidewalks near work and blew mind after mind. Pow, Baltimore. I have wheeled feet, like the people of the future.
This kind of thing is all I care about writing about lately, with little footnotes on the subway and how I would love it except for 1)Its employees, who yell at you for no damn reason and 2)Every machine of every kind in every station in this whole town is broken. If it does not appear to be broken, that is nothing but a lie, like the birds who pretend to have injured wings, just to lure predators away. I am not a predator, but when three of three change machines spit out my dollar, and then the person in the booth acts as though I've done something very wrong, I get tired.
But I can't stay mad long. I am just wild about modes of transportation. Every station is decorated individually and inexplicably. Close to my house, it's jagged, looming mobiles suspended from the ceiling. Close to work, it is screen print after screen print in teal and orange. What the prints depict is up for debate. Tracy's guess of the world of rotten eggs seems as accurate as any. posted by Frenz | 3/07/2006 11:18:00 PM
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