99 problems and the b***h ain’t one

Bumped into Wildsisters today outside of StevoRenos aka SAM’S MACHIATO (I will photograph the atrocious LEGO like coffee cup sculpture they just hauled above the chic black awning and post it soon). Actually, I never bump into her, she just barks my name and I stand to attention, ready to cough up to her authority.

Took a look at her own blog for the first time, saw some beautiful bead art, and feel damned lazy for not writing a goddam word on this one. So here I am, procrastinating from work again. Or as I like to think of it, dog-paddleing myself out of the swampy stagnant waters of print for a minute or two. It gets so clausterphobic in there.

I’ve always been worried that the more information I cram into my brain, the more is pushed out, especially when I look at my father. He doesn’t know what to call a coffee filter, or a sidewalk curb, not because he isn’t smart enough. It’s because the commonplace words have been replaced by an absurdedly irrelevant and over-specific daily vocabulary. Never mind the mad schemes and inventions, like the giant tube-like weather sucking machine.

If you ask him, he will explain this in detail. Apparently, it will be able to suction hurricanes and tropical storms from danger areas and shoot them out into open ocean.

This is what I have to look forward to. Pig-headed absurdity in the face of all adversity. Fuck you world. Spitting on the shoes of art dealers, rubbing shoulders with construction men and barbers.

Okay, back to work.

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Author:: annawulf

Published:: 28.03.06 / 12pm

Category:: Random

annawulf 28.03.06 / 12pm

ps the title has nothing to do with WS. I’ve just been listening to a lot of Jay-Z and I know you guys don’t like title-less posts.
xo

string 28.03.06 / 1pm

haha, i don’t mind no titles, but it messes up a slew of things in the back-end. you can use periods “.” if need be, you just need something for people to click on, and for a lil link to be made.
ANYWAY. I love that Jay-Z song, in fact most of the album is great.

wildsisters 30.03.06 / 10am

Did not bark. I picture myself as charming and calm. Ok. I’m not charming, or calm - and I fall on you like a ton of bricks.

Your father, on the other hand, sounds delightful. To me.

And after more years than anyone should willingly admit to living, I honestly believe that the sanest, happiest, most enlightened response to the whole messy business of life is “Pig-headed absurdity in the face of all adversity.”

Spitting on the shoes of art dealers is a pretty good idea, too - especially if you take a big burly construction worker with you.

Soooo. You were suggesting all these things were in some way not desirable?
How is that?

arkawing 30.03.06 / 12pm

One possible answer is that we can fear and be overwhelmed by what we desire.

Another contradictory dynamic I’m guilty of is criticizing people I in fact like tremendously.

annawulf 31.03.06 / 7am

I don’t know whether these traits are desirable or not- but I do know that I am my father’s daughter. Our mum, the resident astrologist winced when she told me that one day I would pass up a sweet deal worth thousands because the guy handleing it would piss me off by his ethics. I have to admit that I’m relishing the moment when I’ll get to tell him to go shove it.
If anything I only hope to live up to my father’s example.

Also love a good calm and charming ton of bricks. There isn’t enough of that around.

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