Time and removal
Just noted 2 ads on a well know advert service. One promised hair removal and had the endorsement
– permenant hair removal since 1865
The other was mobile skin tag/wart removal service
– gone in 3 or 4 days (the ad noted)
In both examples the passing of time made my head buzz! A man potentially seated for 3 to 4 days watching and waiting while he treats your warts… and hair gone since 1865 and a person still upright!
This description of the fog in relation to yesterday’s tragic air crash in Cork: to not be able to see your cattle as you’re driving them is unusual and an extremity of fog surely.
“According to a local farmer who lives on lower ground than the airport, the fog was so heavy at 9.45am yesterday that he could not see his cattle as he was driving from a field just before the crash and he predicted the fog would be even worse up at the airport.”
In the interests of consistency today I managed to crash into the same pole twice. On the way in and on exit. Strangely the second time I whacked it much harder. Complexities of spatial relations. Today I was lost. Twice. The first time overpasses did not become streets and then streets chopped up into square park interruptions. The second time I just drove in circles, all the letters of the alphabet labelling the car parks did nothing to assist me in locating the C.
Oh I am so sad to see the sculpture by the City Hall RAV line is gone and lifted! The bovines to whom I’d become so attached and acquainted. What precisely is the point of installing public art if you’re just going to remove it and crate it off elsewhere?!
There are handsome new arrivals which I’ll have to introduce myself to (my poor eyesight suggested they were pillow cased shaped pairs of legs in trousers today). I don’t know the bovines had been there less than a year …
I am used to sculptures moving into a city or rural space and inhabiting it … on a more permanent basis. You begin to look out for it whether it’s from the window of a bus or the train — you look for the piece and when it’s there you also check in to a corner of a city or a lump of a field that redefines itself around its new acquisition or implant.
Rather than whipping the works out, why not just install new pieces elsewhere. It’s not like we are over run with public art installations.
Trying to conceive of numbers or even items for a budget while the weather conditions in the upstairs chamber are Extreme Vertigo are a combination I can neither meld nor overcome nor manage.
Vertigo is the conquerer. Ugh. I wonder how airline pilots cope with such a thing? Or for that matter ferry staff?
I had a blissful 24 hrs where it abated and yesterday i did considerable amounts of reading and was ready to dance a jig that the long week of it had finally finished. Spoke to soon, even if it was not aloud.
I was surprised to see them ripping out, strip by strip, the wooden sculpture at the library with the seating and so on. OK so what’s the story? Is it time to move it elsewhere? The manner in which it was being removed did not suggest it was heading into a crate and train bound for a new destination. It looked like the best hope for it was recycling or the dump. What exactly was the harm in leaving it there, as it was, intact?
Drove down the road metres and in sharp contrast (and a brief moment of confusion wondered if the Pan Pacific had upped and relocated.) Astonishingly ugly metal jaws have chomped up into the skyline and what is it? What is its purpose? Oh Christ it’s the new roof on BC Place. God help us. Yet another scar to remind us we cohabit with a very narrow vision that really thinks its a thumping global pulse.
Building a guinea pig cage is a much more exacting science than I gave it credit for.
It also involves the destruction of the skin on several fingers on two building occasions and we still do not have anything that yet resembles what we were wowed by on youtube.
Is it the builder or the materials? Discuss.
This builder has lost her green tape measure, a surefire calamity in the construction of a guinea pig condo.