metaphorical delight
today while i was smoking under a giant piece of plyboard propped up against a rotting fence i found a street sign. iah was crouching on a piece of that concrete-stuff with the smooth little rocks in it...i was squat/sitting on half of it for a while, but then i saw the sign. it was dirty but still a parking sign: it said "tow zone" at the bottom and had a strange, unclear configuration of symbols in a big red-lined square. it asked me for a home. it begged to be put on my wall. it cried out, ten years from now when your apartment is clean and gorgeous, i will grace its wall with disruption, with an unfulfilled mandate, with a vaguely euphemistic threat of being "towed."
on my way
as i headed back to the rc, i saw a small band of Professionals committed to their cigarettes standing around outside the door. a woman with long red hair and angry glasses stared at the sign hanging from my hand as i walked across the street, onto the sidewalk, up to the door, into the warmth. she looked from my face to the sign. she was momentarily distracted from her cigarette.
the sign was already a great weight, a strain to my fingers, but it suddenly felt conspicuous in my hand. i kept my face up, oblivious, but it wiggled and whined to the muscles of my hand. i made it up the stairs and walked into the lounge and my pm's eyes moved horizontally from her screen to the sign, never passing my face. she stared at it contemplatively as i hurried into the bathroom where i washed it clean.
a treasure!
other pieces of today: i woke up, masturbated for a while, started another blog, found out that the uk passed a ban on "extreme" pornography (only a few short steps from an extreme ban on pornography...which is implied in "an extreme pornography ban"? it depends on whether "pornography ban" or "extreme pornography" are more common phrases; if it were "a hardcore porn ban," the dominant implication would suggest a ban on hardcore porn) and had enough time to angst about my linguistics paper before i missed class. instead i got dressed.
my computer science test did not go so well, which led me to consider the intersection of the metaphors "getting 50% on a test" (failure) and "getting raped by a test" (difficulty, usually implying some failure). "getting raped by 50%/getting halfway raped [by a test]" (implying that full "penetration" would have constituted success) is an amusing intersection.
my [macbook] computer battery indicator says "x" where it usually shows a lightning-bolt of chargingness. highly upsetting, aesthetically speaking. it's not really a problem (at this moment) except that i keep looking at it and it makes me so sad: though the tap is on, the glass will never be even half full.
on my way
as i headed back to the rc, i saw a small band of Professionals committed to their cigarettes standing around outside the door. a woman with long red hair and angry glasses stared at the sign hanging from my hand as i walked across the street, onto the sidewalk, up to the door, into the warmth. she looked from my face to the sign. she was momentarily distracted from her cigarette.
the sign was already a great weight, a strain to my fingers, but it suddenly felt conspicuous in my hand. i kept my face up, oblivious, but it wiggled and whined to the muscles of my hand. i made it up the stairs and walked into the lounge and my pm's eyes moved horizontally from her screen to the sign, never passing my face. she stared at it contemplatively as i hurried into the bathroom where i washed it clean.
a treasure!
other pieces of today: i woke up, masturbated for a while, started another blog, found out that the uk passed a ban on "extreme" pornography (only a few short steps from an extreme ban on pornography...which is implied in "an extreme pornography ban"? it depends on whether "pornography ban" or "extreme pornography" are more common phrases; if it were "a hardcore porn ban," the dominant implication would suggest a ban on hardcore porn) and had enough time to angst about my linguistics paper before i missed class. instead i got dressed.
my computer science test did not go so well, which led me to consider the intersection of the metaphors "getting 50% on a test" (failure) and "getting raped by a test" (difficulty, usually implying some failure). "getting raped by 50%/getting halfway raped [by a test]" (implying that full "penetration" would have constituted success) is an amusing intersection.
my [macbook] computer battery indicator says "x" where it usually shows a lightning-bolt of chargingness. highly upsetting, aesthetically speaking. it's not really a problem (at this moment) except that i keep looking at it and it makes me so sad: though the tap is on, the glass will never be even half full.