This one really doesn’t need much of an explanation. Really, you can throw your trash in the bin, it isn’t that hard.
Also, please stop for pedestrians.
Thanks, your nice.
Also, thank you to Darra for loaning me the dollar bill. I left my money, ID and credit cards in the pants I wore yesterday (the ones with the hole in the knee from when I got hit by a bicycle in Amsterdam); and thus was rendered moneyless and lacking any sense of self. Darra really helped me out.
Again, this one is for my bro. Fight the man, Ken, fight the man!
http://www.courant.com/news/local/hc-krayeskeplea-0130,0,2560557.story?coll=hc-headlines-home
Hartford, CT must be a really safe place to live. Clearly the police have taken care of all of the burglary, rape, theft, homicide, assault and drug dealers. Why else would they have so many resources available to arrest and prosecute some snarky “political activist” for taking pictures of the governor?
Today, I address two different demographics on one dollar.
Firstly, I address you Self Saboteurs. Yes, you who sabotage your creative practice with doubt, distraction and procrastination (among others). You know who you are! Get off of your ass, get out of your funk and go make something.
The second group I address, I am less familiar with. Ye who thrive on strife and anger (who know who you are). Get over yourself. Life will go on even if you aren’t consumed with hatred and its perpetuation. Pettiness and frown lines are very unattractive. Go make something.
The number of U.S. soldiers who have lost limbs in the Iraq War has just reached five hundred.
Let’s give the president a hand!
And how exactly are the visually challenged supposed to tell the difference between the various denomintaions of dollar bills in their wallets?
I give you the braille bill.
It says “one dollar” in braille.
Aw, shucks, the wording on this one didn’t come out to clear. It says
“Please be courteouos thanx” (sic)
I must have been in a stitching zen zone when I added the extra “O”.
I had to run an errand at “thrifty” this morning. It is one of the craziest stores I have ever been in. They are mostly a hardware store, but have there own “dollar store” plastic section, they also have weird kitchen tools, cheap body jewelry, a small section of voo doo candles and potions, and all manner of strange things that you may need. And everything seems to be with everything else, no discernable order.
A sign in the plumbing deptartment says:
“Please, Business first, Phone later. Please be courteous.”
Note, the desperate, imploring use of “please” twice. I spotted simliar signs at a sandwich shop, KFC, and two different coffee shops today. I didn’t notice one at Parker’s, the world’s weirdest gas station. They sell typical convenience store items, along with imported balsamic vinegar, Indian and Thai foods, expensive wine, Veuve Cliquot, funky wrapping paper, bulk Swedish fish, and fancy house gifts you see in magazines. When I asked Lynda, the cashier who wore a name tag that says “Hello, my name is Lynda, what is yours?” about their lack of a cell phone sign, she sighed “I wish we had one, Some stores won’t wait on you if you are on the phone, we need that policy here.”
So, when did we stop being so courteous? When did we start needing to be reminded at the outset of every human transaction that courtesy is required? When did we become so important and so busy that we can’t make room in our conversations or our life to focus entirely on ordering our coffee or asking for plumbing parts? When did it become okay to discard the human life form standing before us making change for our 8 piece chicken bucket? What the hell are we talking about that is so damn important that it cannot wait until we have paid for our gas? Do people who talk on the phone while checking into a hotel room know that they are being rude, or do they think the unwritten rules of courtesy apply to everyone else?
When did we start acting like discompassionate pricks? When did it become acceptable behaviour to slip nasty notes in your neighbors letterbox, instead of knocking on their door and discussing a problem eye to eye? What happened to the basic lessons we learned in kindegarten? Is it a result of reality TV, where contestants are encouraged to get ahead at all costs, where spite for spite’s sake and every man for himself accrues the best ratings? Is it the myriad of moral and political pundits preaching hatred and intolerance in the name of all that is holy?
I don’t know what is wrong with us.
It is still not a great week. I would really appreciate any answers, and maybe a little courtesy…
Note to self: think bigger.
(More big?)
(More bigly?)
I am not sure of the appropriate adverb-iage.
I am in a bad mood today. I had a bad experience with the officemax lady. She was very grouchy with me. I fought the urge to put a sticky note in front of her counter which said something like “I bite” or to ask her why she was being so mean. Instead, I bought a little pot of African violets and gave them to her, figuring she must be having a bad day, and that might cheer her up. When I went back to pick up my order, it was completey wrong, and not at all what I asked for. (Apparantly they don’t have any san serif fonts in their computer system.) She was less than helpful, sympathetic, or compassionate. Apparantly, she wasn’t having a bad day, just a bad personality.
And I want my house not to be a construction zone anymore.
Today’s Dollar of the Day is a shout out to my little bro, Ken Krayeske.
He was arrested for taking pictures of the governer of Connecticut. Not her naked pooty while she was getting out of a limo with Paris and Brit, but of Governor Rell during her inaugural parade.
Needless to say, this arrest and it’s ensuing $75,000 bond has sparked debate as to its legality.
For more info, go to www.the40yearplan.com.
Oh, yeah, and no word on my missing dollar.
My first dollar, the one you see pictured at the top of the page, was stolen (!!!!) from my studio last night. I don’t know if the perpetrator was after my money, or a piece of fine art snarkily questioning our dependence on foreign oil.
If the thief took the money because he or she was hungry, they should have helped themselves to a slice of banana bread that is quickly going stale, or a few medjool dates, both of which were close proximity to the missing dollar. There was also a sleeve of saltines and some Ramen (may he rest in peace) noodles.
And, why would they not have taken the three other dollars next to my missing dollar? (see future posts).
Maybe it was spent on gas?
Perhaps though, the pilferer was after fine art, and the fact that it was created on something the value of one hundred pennies is insignificant. The art though, is unsigned, and now marked as stolen. It will forever have a life of nefarious associations.
If you see my dollar, please help reunite us.
