what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Driveway entrance to the Gould Hall loading dock stage right ground score. But not something I’m pocketing to take home and saute in butter with onions and garlic. Take only photos. Leave only empty beer cans. Three hours later the clouds lifted. Out came the sun. Add sidewalk chalk and call it In Situ Resource Utilization, optimized. ISRU kidding me, call it art. Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Sambas added to show scale. Here you are. You are here. 

bow down

dot-a-lot

double dip

W rizz

lux sit

electric ass

life sciences

green house

post card

William Eggleston "Memphis" 1969

Mark Pilder "MERF" 2015

As an electric-ass bathtub mailman I deliver mail on campus at a large state university you might know of. An academic research powerhouse in multiple fields. However there is a lack of common sense in many day-to-day endeavors. 

The day after election day I often pick up ballots that people placed in the outgoing mail tub for pickup. I shake my head, knowing their votes don’t count. 

Why are you waiting until late in the day on election day to place your ballot in an outgoing mail tub that may or may not get picked up by some electric-ass mailman? Are you fucking kidding me? You have a PhD?

Please do not wait until Election Day, Tuesday November 3.  Vote early and place your ballot in a secure drop box. Do not blame the election results on the US Postal Service. 

true temper

exoskeleton

neoretro 

retrospect

seismic retrofit

disoriented

misdirected

counterclockwise

lefty loosey

spiral staircase

standard deviation

Doppler effect

glamorous 

gruntwork

eager beaver

orange

you glad

the new black

Q factor

chain suck

inside diameter

introverted

mental health

metric 

conversion

conversation

continuation

computation

something 

for nothing

free lunch

cost of living

quality of life

issue

subscription

renewal

parental 

control

lack thereof

sticky

finger

on the button

black & white

tattooed 

allover

poster child

prime number

random number

room number

PO box number

tracking number

phone number

delete contact

ten nine eight seven

“On one page of the book, I amuse myself imagining a society sufficiently tolerant for people to swap pornographic magazines quite happily with complete strangers in the same train compartment.”

–Catherine Millet

In 2001 this book hit the shelves, and it was nowhere on my radar. When the 20th anniversary edition came out with its New Afterword by the author, it was still way outta my wheelhouse. 

Then one day recently, reading Maggie Nelson’s  Bluets   she refers to a line or two from Millet’s book. That got it on my radar, got me a used copy on eBay and got me into reading it on the train. 

if

only if

if and only if

if then

what if

as if

if only

Jiffy

muffin mix