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While I certainly endorse the intended sentiment of the by-now iconic "Keep Calm and Carry On" posters, there's a slight cognitive dissonance that sets in for me due to the ambiguous meaning of 'carry on'. Clearly the world needs a "Keep Calm with a Minimum of Carrying On" poster...
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The English people must be tougher than they look, outwardly, since what Americans call a slash, to them is the merest stroke.
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In a pet adoption ad: datsun beagle mix.
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Whole Foods has moved in just down the hill from us, so we are starting to shop there occasionally. I'm not fully re-adjusted to their produce nomenclature. This morning, in the act of taking a banana out of the hanging basket, I thought to myself, "Mmmmm, conventional bananas."

Me: You know, I normally think of the opposite of "conventional X" as being "nuclear X".

Hal: Hmmmmm?

Me: Well, what I want to know is, where are the nuclear bananas?

Hal: Only a terrorist would want to know that.
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So I've decided to get a little more active in the business of being disgruntled with my job. Today I had an interview over at Publications Services. The simplest way to find the building is to walk along the Burke-Gillman trail westward until you get to the second building after crossing under the University bridge. Which in turn means walking past The Wall of Death, one of Seattle's many public arts projects. The Wall itself is something of a cypher, being pomo, and salmon colored, and abstractish, and resembling the entry to a fashion boutique in Horton Plaza, say, far more than a motorcycle stunt ramp or a song by Richard Thompson. Not likely to displace the Fremont Troll in the hearts of the masses. But as I approached the Wall I was unexpectedly transported, as if in a dream, by the sound of bells, like a tiny carillon. Then I rounded a shrub and came smack upon a small cluster of handbell ringers, a bell in each hand and ringing by turns. About a half dozen, in all. It makes a pleasant sound, and I suppose there's no one to complain about the noise if they do it under a major traffic bridge. I went merrily on my way, with music in my wake. A little shot of lunchtime surrealism is just the way to get an interview off on the right note, I find.

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