On the
news was this frighteningly-produced piece about graffiti in the Arena District. (
Frighteningly-produced: lots of quick zooms in and out of tight shots, for no reason whatsoever, and without rhythm. Remember, kids:
form is content.) What haunts me is this horrible sound byte from Some Lady Who Works For The City saying,
These people are vandals; they're not artists. If they were, they would be painting on canvas and making thousands of dollars and getting rich.If I could remember her name, I would write her a letter and invoke my degree to tell her a thing or two.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:I am home from work sick today. no thanks to you. If my head snapped off at the neck, I imagine I'd feel a lot better.
I'm going to pour some honey down my throat.
