an unexpected color overlay recently spotted at a local gallery opening here in pioneer square.

it’s a good thing that the teenagers in this town are so in touch with
whats going on otherwise we probably would have missed out today on
this once in a lifetime chance to be a part of the asheville leg of the
obama campaign with a rally headed by none other than the tall thin
man himself.

upon arriving, it was soon evident that anyone who was anyone was coming
out to support the cause.

to give fair shakes to the other side of the coin, the nay-sayers did make
an appearance, but their efforts were for the most part less, than noteworthy,
they seemed to be somewhat small in stature and hesitant to come out
from behind their foamcore signs.

their appearance paled in comparison to the staggering amounts of folks
who showed up to show their blue colors. the entrance line went on…

and on…

and on…

to pass the time and time again while queuing, it was a marvel to see
all of the homegrown creative support that obama has inspired like no
other candidate before him in the form of endless variations of detailed
renderings on t-shirts, buttons, towels, berets, dog bandanas, etc….

once again a “slam dunk” against the ol’ sharpie and refrigerator box
output that is common fare for conservative signage even in this day
and age.

however, no one thought to provide water or even cash in by selling it
to the thirsty thousands, besides one leaky hose which was definitely
an after thought from a kind custoidan that everyone clamored to
fill their paltry sports bottles.

obama’s appearance was prompt and succinct, a rousing speech
about health care or the lack thereof in this country ending with
a due warning not to be hoodwinked or bamboozled by republican
smear tactics in an attempt to avoid the real issues.

so, we are getting more reports from our brooklyn correspondent who is
fearlessly going undercover into what is known to the natives as a bodega.
if you haven’t been briefed on this somewhat foreign concept, a bodega is sort
of a like a 7-11 in the USA or a Family Mart in tokyo. In theory they sell
convienient goods but beware fellow lovers of freedom, they dont all look the
same, they keep irregular hours, their goods are of questionable goodness,
and the king’s english is not readily available for speaking! perhaps, worst of all,
the rumor has now been confirmed that cigarettes are upwards of 10 dollars per
pack! believe it! looks like the locals will be spending their government stimulus
check on cartons of american spirits to keep the ghost alive.

 
Ay! Que Lastima! Pobrecito Senorita!

Instead you could join us below the ol’ mason dixon to take advantage of the great
american establishment, the smokers discount warehouse. these heaven sent
operations usually paired with a gas station, offset the high price of fuel, to create
(to paraphrase Mizz Gov. Palin) one of the many joys of middle class living in this
great nation. 

We hope to see you soon, ashing in asheville, lighting up in leicester,
and ardently smoking … in arden. 

Suh, I say suh, the yankee train known to all as the Gee, fares no bettah than a mule in
a treacle well, no one knows how he got down there and damned if he’s getting out
anytime soon. If this is the best that the yankees have to offah, we should fear no futhah,
the threat of no’then aggression on our hallowed grounds. Glory Be to the southe’n
crescent and the abundant hominy fields through it may evah pass.

So fellow Mta’ers, when you’re not busy dialing 311 to report terrorists you should really see what Spain is up to. Since my Spanish is limited I had mi amigo translate this beautifully futuristic spot from Madrid’s metro which puts the MTA’s graphic design department to shame. Apparently the ad suggests that the people of Spain deserve the finest metro in the world. Well! they obviously haven’t had the pleasure of the G train. Viva El Metro!- whose slogan “vuela” takes a slightly different view than our humble underground, “slower than crawling on your hands and knees through broken glass”.

OMG y’all. Over the weekend Griffin has been hard at work delving deep into the bowels of myspace template sites, gathering strings of code from perilous looking sites that I wouldn’t touch with a 10 foot pole on a PC. Why has he risked our computers health and subjected our ears to talking tampon ads? Why, to bring you the greatest myspace page on the planet!

-special thanks to Izzi, our middle school guide into terra incognita onlinica. For years now, it’s been impossible for me to comprehend the voyeuristic importance of displaying my tally of friends and likes and gripes to the whole damn world, and a blog was hard enough, I won’t lie to you. After a brief and embarrassing stint on friendster in 2004, I swore never again to participate in the shiny void of social networking. Well- the time has come, and even though I cannot take credit for Griffin’s marvelous creation, I will invite all my friends, especially my friends that I’m not REALLY friends with- I welcome all friends, new friends, old friends, fair weather friends, fake friends, ex- friends and the friendless- The best bests, the BFF, the besties and the resties. You can all be our friends, we won’t turn anyone away! bad credit, no credit, no problem! YOU, yes YOU, can be our friend too! we are equal opportunistic friend approvers. we hope to see you all on myspace very soon. LOL.

www.myspace.com/loveboundtrain

for the record, Griffin has been on myspace since ‘05 and while he cannot recall exactly how many friends he has, he thinks he must have a few- modest, yet nevertheless an impressive resume builder! I’ll be in the bathroom taking pictures of myself in the mirror if anyone needs to reach me!