Going for coffee, I hear a woman crying above me. On the sidewalk below her apartment, someone has spray-painted:
YOU
ARE
CON
TEN
TED.
Don’t I Know You?
Didn’t you send me email yesterday? I thought so. Be a love, and resend? Thanks.
Privillege
First-world living:
- The Oscar Meyer Wiener truck
- Frat parties.
- Toilets activated by sensor.
Good Home Training
Me: What do doggies say?
Trevor: Woof! Woof!
Me: What do horsies say?
Treveor: Wheeeen!
Me: What do duckies say?
Trevor: Whack! Whack!
Me: What do Trevors say?
Trevor: Please!
So Much Depends Upon a Brown Bear…
This book is called Grrrr. It is a collection of poems about bears.
O.G.
A little old man with a cane boards the bus one laborious step at time. He’s about 70 and wearing a blue jacket with matching cap. He turns toward me; the front of his cap says, “Old School.”
Oh, Great Pumpkin
On the sidewalk, there is a woman kneeling before a plastic Jack O’ Lantern–the kind kids use for trick-or-treating. She has a strand of Mardi Gras beads wrapped around her palm like rosary beads, and she’s intently flipping through a small, green Bible. Every so often, she genuflects to the little plastic pumpkin. Lady, I hope you get a lot of candy this year.
Elsewhere
They just posted my last piece in the etiquette series for The Morning News. It’s called
Don’t Be Rude: Part IV, Weddings. Now I can only hope that no one holds me to my own standards.
A Solid Start
This morning, I stumbled into the bathroom, put the toothpaste on my toothbrush, and dropped it in the toilet. Things can only get better.
Corporate Dollars At Work!
Kaiser Permanente has a kid-outreach program called, wait for it, “Nightmare on Puberty Street.” As you can see, Kaiser has it’s corporate finger on the pulse of America’s youth culture. Nightmare on Elm Street was first released in 1984, five years before most of these kids were born. Note the actor’s stylish peach T-shirt, striped baseball cap, and overalls. I can only hope they rap.
Mighty Girl 