Remember, kids, I didn't tell you where to find this. . .
Finally got a critical parking permit, a necessity if you want to leave your car on my block for more than two hours during the week. And I've only been here a few days shy of a year. Yep, I got it all under control. I don't even know the meaning of the word "procrastinate." Not really sure what "ontological" means either, but I just try to avoid using it and sounding silly.
I will foolishly assume that there will be no more snow emergencies this year, and use this to avoid paying to park in the lot. Meaning there will be a blizzard next week, and I'll end up getting towed, because apparently the gods are out to get me.
Today was free day at the Walker Art Center, a world-class museum that's about a five minute walk from my apartment. And, um, I'd never managed to go there before, except last Friday to see Gaea Girls. My slackerosity even impresses me at times.
Saw a wonderful work from Adrian Piper. Not this one, although it also has a certain charm. There were several other pieces I completely lack the background to have appreciated properly. Wonder if the Department of Economic Security offers Art History courses along with the job training stuff?
Negro what? Negro where? Negro when? Negro today.
Son, wipe
your feet.