From up here you can watch the ersatz cumuli as they ghost up out of half-a-dozen buildings’ rooftop HVAC systems, to dissolve in the rain which comes down from the natural clouds which graze the tops of the buildings. Little steamlets, reaching up to their big sibs above, blossiming with heat and then dying in the cool downpour, dreaming of country life maybe, the grand thunderheads which roam free over trailer parks and strip malls. (I wrote this hours ago and had no time to post. It's dark out now, and there's no cloud-commerce to be seen.)
Bits and ephemera for an aqualogged Friday:
-last night I’m walking up Carroll Street and see, suddenly, a ball or stone fly out of the darkness, across the street, and into the parlor-floor picture window of a house, knocking off some outer grate. An angry woman and her daughter appear instantly, calling down to passerby “Did you see who threw that?” No response: the woman shouts into the darkness: “WHOEVER DID THAT I’M GONNA SIC POPO ON YOU!” It sounded like the guilty party would know who, or what, “Popo” is…
-has anybody else seen the current Nestle Quik ad campaign? “Slam It!” Yes, the metaphor of raw, wrestling-inflected violence can be applied to the drinking of chocolate milk. I’m waiting for this rhetoric to be applied to all consumer goods: Extreme Furniture (“Serta Perfect Sleeper: Crush Your Fatigue”)...
More limericks, I say!
Posted by B T at March 30, 2001 06:54 PM