Selling Yesterday

I'd like to do things to my car. Big, unmissable, artful things. Very permanent things. Specifically, I'd like to re-paint the whole thing matte black, something that chalk would stick to. And then draw cool things on it with chalk, and spray them with Krylon so they don't wash off. And put one of those wall text plaques for an art exhibit (like on that shirt from ReadyMade Magazine I want) on it.

I haven't done anything like that, mostly out of laziness, but partially because I'd like to make some money off my car when I leave this town forever, for good, and for awesome.

Then it occured to me that turning my car into an art exhibit could actually cause it to be worth more. I'd just have to find the right buyer.

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I'm sorry. That line still cracks me up. I love the way ideas fission when you're tired and with fun strange people.

It's been one of those nights. One of those really good nights.

Tonight was the Summer Solstice. Here in Fairbanks, the land of the Midnight Sun, this means that the sun set at 12:45am this morning, and then rose again two hours later, at 2am (... but the way sunset works here in the summer, it never actually gets dark anyway). It also means tonight was the Solstice Street Fair, when they block off a chunk of downtown and have vendors and music and entertainment and shenanigans from noon to midnight.

For many years I missed the Street Fair because I was in Valdez for the Theatre Conference. Then last summer I was in California. So this is only the second time I've gotten to go to the Street Fair. My first voyage downtown today was lame, so I won't go into it.

My second time, I immediately stumbled on an AWESOME breakdancing demonstration.


It was stunning. I had no idea this town had decent breakdancers, let alone quality breakdancers, and it made me desperately want to go among them and learn their Secret Methods.

During my first visit, I went in a nearby gallery to see a friend, and was rather impressed with this season's crop of Arty Things. For instance, there was this fellow:


Which is like if whales actually looked like they do in Tlingit Indian formline art.

The night proved very photogenic.

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When you pick up the phone and put it you your ear, you can hear her reading her 20 poems.

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"I could not defeat him! He had the high ground!" -- Green Baron

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"Need some help with that? Tough! This is a self-service store."

I enjoy my summer job.

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A moritorium on relationship-testing. That way, I'd be breaking international law if I got a girlfriend, and I'd probably have to face a War Crimes tribunal. (They say 'All's fair in love and war," but to say that, They have to ignore the Geneva Convention, and all the other rulings to limit what's fair in war. But there's no Geneva Convention of Love. So Weapons of Indescriminate Effect are only still legal on the battlefields of Love.

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"I was sort of waiting for the trumpets to sound."

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My 10am today involved talking to a guy who told me about applying flock behavior models derived from birds and from the movements of schools of fish, to a chromatic flock of musical notes moving through a virtual reality construct.

My job is cool.

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