A Clockwork Mushroom
I made this mushroom clock in seventh grade shop class. Looking at it, you'd never know that I was completely naive toward the subject of mushrooms and their psychedelic connotations. I mean, COME ON. Not only does the mushroom have a face, but that face happens to be rocking a look of utter content and nonchalance, obviously having recently partaken in a bit of fungal cannibalism. It reminds me of the hookah-smoking caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. The too-cool-for-school, I-Wear-My-Sunglasses-At-Night shades are a nice touch too. "'Repeat, 'You Are Old, Father William'."'
No wonder the shop teacher gave me such a weird look when I showed him my first draft. He must have thought, Great, I've got myself a little twelve-year-old stoner here. When really, all I thought I was doing was building a cute little toadstool out of wood.
I have to stop analyzing middle school crafts projects. Lawd, I need a hobby.
A week till I head back to gloomy old Baltimore, which means I have a week to memorize a year's worth of repertoire. Can we say Chooch is fucked? Yea, verily.
In other news that is only marginally more substantial than the piddle I've been expostulating, I got a new phone today and I've been playing with it endlessly. How have I lived all this time without knowing of the wonders of Bluetooth?
Now it's time for me to hunker down and let sub-par independent films lull me to sleep. I'll leave you with a snazzy snapshot of old Ludwig van, which, rather than being just a bit of photographic desecration, actually has plenty to do with the main subject at hand, if you've been paying any attention at all.
