Tuesday, May 24, 2016
I wish she were as unafraid to get in the truck as she is to sit and lie around under it.
My Facebook Trending Topics included a hard-to-believe headline: “Clint Eastwood Involved in Bar Fight in Kenner, Louisiana”. Of course I clicked on it. I was taken to a friend’s repost on the trending topics page. The article is obviously not true. The link is to a fake news site.
Below the Facebook post, as you may know, you usually get some links to try, under the heading “PEOPLE ALSO SHARED”. And there, of course, were other local news sites, also reporting that Clint Eastwood (or Bill Murray) got in a bar fight, in other small towns where people are gonna be bored and click on an article about a non-existent bar fight in their hometown.
Anyway, this is a clever idea for taking the time of gullible people (I clicked on it myself). I can’t believe people buy ads on it; I assume they just use Google AdWords. I might try to do a more convincing job of it myself.
I rolled up my sleeves and did some silkscreen printing this morning. It was fun but I think I got four good prints out of it. Really two good ones, two O.K. They look like this:
I woke up before dawn and went into the kitchen where a lighting bug was flashing in the corner. I turned on the light and saw a spider wrapping the lighting bug in silk. I turned off the light and the lightning bug flashed a little while longer.
I did a couple of hours of animation work and then got ready for school.
Driving to work I saw this car. The new Jeeps are terrible. This one reminds me of a toilet crossed with my Canon inkjet printer.
I made the stupidest banner ad of my life (and I’ve made some stupid ones) but this one really topped the others. I’m concerned about our standards. I went to lunch. I found two dimes on the way there. I listened to an ugly college kid order a hamburger. The waiter asked how he wanted it and suggested a configuration.
U.C.K.: “Fuck mayo.” “How about ketchup?” “Fuck ketchup.” I never knew it was necessary to make pronouncements about the condiments, it’s simple to refuse without throwing down the gauntlet. Maybe that’s college boys for you. He kept dialing his phone by yelling at Siri.
I took some sidewalk signature photos on the way back to the office. (A lot of Austin sidewalks are signed by the maker. More on that later. Got a new one today. “M. CUYLER”)
My mail had two letters in it. Someone I love sent me messages. She made a nice observation about my artwork that I appreciated. I read it and fell asleep on maybe the prettiest afternoon Austin will see in a while. Then I went to Big Medium to see an art show. All the men were dressed like me (black t, jeans) and most of the women were wearing dresses and heels, those that weren’t still looked amazing. I didn’t know this was a thing. Do they want you to approach and talk to them? Who are they dressing up for? Maybe each other.
Outside of the artist, who was the only person I knew, three people talked to me: two men (black t, jeans) who asked “you in line?” and one woman who I briefly discussed styrofoam cutters with. So, one of my best nights out in Texas. There was a woman there with a high-waisted skirt that made her legs look ten feet long; she had a date who was explaining the term “ism” to her. The show was very cool; I picked up the book that accompanied it and it is really impressive and made the show make more sense. (The show was about nonsense, though. At least to me.) More people should make short-run books.
But, back to me being shy in public, at places where I ought to fit right in, I don’t know why I am so social on social media and so quiet and reticent in RL. Today I saw a woman riding a newish red Trek bike with the front fork on backwards. I thought I should say something but I didn’t. I walked on. Then I decided that might be dangerous so I went back. But I couldn’t say anything. The light was about to change, and then it did. She rode off, and now if something happens (if she drops off a curb it could be bad), it’s my fault.
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