Is that some sort of line?

I have always super-loved random objects. The beauty of the mundane. (It's easy to come by cuz it's everywhere!)

In college, I worked gas nozzles into a project. I also ninja-photo'd the inside of a Walgreens once. (Ok, twice. But that's how I learned the valuable lesson of "Don't ask/Apologize Later". ) Dig stuff like that, taking the ordinary and giving it a whole other life or context.

So everyday I walk past this nozzley thing that's in the stairway of my parking garage –

In all its glory

And forever, I've thought about taking a picture, just for fun. So I did. The shape, the lines. It just asks for... Something.

*Sniff* Everything I dreamed of and more

Snuck a quick pic of the walk sign by a very linear building –

Liney McLinersons

Signs are great. They're so simple and universal. (Well, universal to the US.) Ripe for the picking. Herd mentality and all that.

Actually no meaning to this though...

Mmmm, lines are a good time too. If lines were a person, they'd be The Fonz. If lines were a TV show, they'd be Glee with a sprinkling of the Bravo channel. If lines were a member of the Rack Pat, they'd be Dean Martin. If lines were a food, they'd be lemongrass tofu from Saigon Lee on Cleveland. And, finally, if lines were an animal, they'd be a SUGARBEAR.

So was that some art?
Is art art?
Blah, blah, blah art school discussions and Empire Records monologues!

The End of Frivolity/The Beginning of Seriousity

I started this entry last week and I'm just now posting it. And a lot has happened between the beginning of writing this and today. A lovely weekend. (Dinner with friends 2 nights in a row, brunch with the ladies, my book club book came in. Food + Books = GREATNESS.)

And some not so great life stuff has happened. Because apparently, bad things DO happen to good people. Who knew... And Bubbleland is a happy place, so I'll leave it at that.

Alrighty, Internet. That's about it for the day. If you need an escape, join me in The Merlot Murders: A Wine Country Mystery by Ellen Crosby. It's our next book club read and I'll be hanging out there for a minute.