Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Retirement Party
Documentary evidence will soon be taken and posted, i.e., pictures, and then we'll hand deliver our collective work to the Green Lake Public Library, where we hope it will be entered into evidence.
A new book will be available on the bench as soon as the Thunderstorms pass.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Hey, didn't see you there...
Welcome back, friends. We hope you’ve been keeping up with the brilliant commentary over at Capitol Hill and checking the raw, uncut stuff for
So many bodies
Thinking once again
About inertia
Thinking once again
About gravity
We’ve personally noticed a rise in actual roller skaters, presumably because of the rising popularity of roller derby leagues like the august Rat City Rollergirls. At a
Hits | Misses | Debatable |
The trumpet guy in the parking lot | Duck itch | The bubble man |
The marimba man | Leering | Inadequate athletic support |
“Spanish Lessons” | Wolf whistling | |
Capoeira, brazillian martial art | | |
The Rabbit Lawn | | |
We might add to hits the two guys who always play Frisbee near The Notebook and The Notebook itself. And of course the dancing rollerblading man, who is quite possibly one of The Temptations, at least to a certain kind of woman. (Side note: what’s wolf whistling?). We also want to give big-ups to the first table ever entered into The Notebook. Corporation agents also espied the “Spanish Lessons” man and his mustache reading The Notebook. Here’s to hoping he saw his own fame.
We also encountered this mysterious entry, purporting to address a member of The Corporation. “Alpha, Now may not be the time, but the opportunities that the future may hold are limitless… That… That is beautiful.” Alpha has been interrogated about his role in this entry and we can only describe his attitude as plausibly deniable.
WA shed mads”
1981
My ex Wife 9-11
Hello
(I hope 1.2 makes it to retirement!)” The writer is, in fact, referring to The Notebook 1.2. We hope so too. Only about 1/2 a page left.
I leave my mark
At
On this cool April Day
A big hello and wishes well
To all who pass this way
Raindrops
Streaking down my window pane
With dimpled puddles all around
We must be close to
But think – we don’t need garden hoses
Let’s go out and smell the roses
The sun came out and brought relief
And we’ll find diamonds on each leaf.
And while we’re in the loving spirit of the
Our main man agrees, “Sat down to loosen my shoelaces – had to contribute. What a nice community building activity/experiment. I love Greenlake & this walk around, in grey weather. We are so fortunate to get to enjoy such a lovely place on Earth.” We love that
Mostly we can attribute our narrow view to Uncle Mabey and his constant bitching, “My son & I drove down from Stanwood to visit w/uncle mabey 3 minutes go by and he lays into me about cracked windshield. Short visit. Ed *
“GL Crew
Novice girls 07 OR
Yeah baby!. We’re on a stupid run to the community center – right… haha we’re walking most of it. Yay! Rowin the Miller @ Brentwood tomorrow-ish. TA [heart] forever
Go Greenlake Novices! We’re gonna kick ass @
J. Rinkeydink.
I hate running! Bitch! CL”
We are happy to report that the Novice Girls slacking did not cost them too dearly. They placed second (http://regatta.brentwood.bc.ca/results.html). Nice work, team. Represent.
After all, life is short, as Faye reminds us in this bumper sticker inspired postmodern Baz masterpiece:
“They say look before you leap
Just don’t look to long that
You forget to leap
Go! Never had to work for a
Living!
Doesn’t mean the devil
Won’t hijack your plane.
Don’t sale your self short
When you become an adult
Follow the example of children
Make funny faces, skip instead
Of walk once in a while. Climb
A tree for no rason at all.
Smile at strangers. Eat a
Booger when your surround by people
Who take them way to serious
Do any of these things and you’ll never
Get old.
Eww. Boogers are gross. We will take laugh lines over having to eat boogers regularly. Some fountain of youth that is. Isn’t it enough to occasionally take a vacation? We’re sure that Owl agrees, “Taking 4 Days off. Almost finished. Come join me at Lighthouse Roasters. –Owl”
These last two entries are difficult to decipher but both seem to end with that ultimate condition, “I crossed the ocean to get [illegible] again. I hope it will end soon.” Then, a writer in a strawberry induced trance, shamanically contributes, “Today I look @ the pond, I eat 3 bushels of strawberries, saw [illegible] fighting squirrels and one beagle.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
A New Notebook's Debut
The Corporation doesn’t work weekends. We apologize for leaving you without a dope beat to step to.
We begin this book with a rant. It is the sort of rant you imagine that Starbucks baristas have, when the shop is shuttered and they are pouring from flasks:
“We are Starbucks baristas and we ask you to:
--Not Bite the hand that feeds you
--Not ask for free Venti H20. (Why?)
--Don’t put your greasy nasty hands on the glass of our pastry case
--Speak up, don’t point to the pastry you want/we are not mind readers
--Do not give us attitude. We WILL give DECAF
--Say Thank you
--Don’t say Your welcome
--Don’t talk on your cell
--Don’t mumble
--Don’t count out the exact change
--Know what you want before you get to the counter
--Always remember to TIP.
Love Your local barista”
Of course, this being a city in which most people are guilty of at least one of that litany of complaints, someone was bound to feel bad about themselves and tell the baristas that really, you are making $12 an hour, so STFU. “Whatever! Disgruntled baristas. Its part of the customer service job scope.” See, we can imagine a parent saying to a child: this is what you have to look forward to in the new service economy of the 21st century.
This child, being precocious, realizes that this is, in fact, what is in store for them and responds, “I love dookie so much!!! Fuck
Alternatively, this child could join a secret, mysterious organization. As one person asked, “What should I write about? Well I am sitting at this place looking at the people and playing a kind of spy game with my daughter.” The entry then ends. We were worried at first that perhaps this spy game had gotten out of control. But then we discovered this clue from an agent known as Kane, 4-yrs-old, which is clearly a message. “This is a map. ‘Go by the river & through the trees & then find the treasure’. I like sheep!” (Not too much, young man.)
It is possible that our conspiratorial spirit has infected the entire lake, and is even stretching into our empire, like
Speaking of language, here’s something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue, “The aqua is purtiful. I see a woman who is jogging, who desperately needs a bra.” We sincerely hope that this runner is not the structurally unsound woman described above, “I use this book to read when I’m stretching – Great IDEA!! Thoughts today – we as people need to be honest w/each other. If you like someone give them a hug, if your sad ask for a hug and if your ticked off run a lap around Greenlake. Toodles!” Be that as it may, we as corporate entities have no need or desire to be honest with anyone, most especially ourselves.
And how can we forget that this weekend we passed a holiday, “Earth Day! LOTS of people out, talking sports, teaching their younguns how to ride a bike, running, walking, talking, loving and hating on this sunny and beautiful day—which to me is a gift.” To us, really, the true gift is this post. “I [heart] Greenlake. Where else do you see a goth drum circle competing for space with hippie knights in full armor dueling with each other?” Factually, however, we take issue with the supposition.
Toodles.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Another Day, Another Theft
But we've been thinking about the importance of simple things. A short paean to them was going to be included in today's post, but all the blue words were stolen. It's just you and us, kid.
We came to this project simply (book on a bench), took it conceptual (importance of place, embodiment, empathy, moral distance), and have returned to the simple things: always have a pen attached to every book, lock each book in place with metal wire, get to each book at least every other day. Absent these simple things, all the conceptual importance is just Yoko Ono fluff. (Writing of Yoko Ono fluff, alpha once saw a short film she made in which a sequence of naked butts on treadmills occupy the screen. One extreme close up after another for 20 minutes. Some butts were repeated, particularly one with a strange mole on the right ass cheek. The film became like a Where's Waldo book, where the masses of jiggling flesh were the fantastical Bosch-like locations and the mole on the guy's mole was Waldo. Your eye became trained; you cheered its reappearance as an anchor in the morass of, well, ass. Perhaps alpha should have studied physics.)
Back to simple things. Pablo Neruda understood the importance of the little things, for example, his socks, or an onion, or a tomato, or a delicious pico de gallo served in a tube sock. He wrote odes to these things and they would start off like this:
Onion,
crystalline sack,
your beauty formed,
petal after petal,
of luminous scales
that increased you
and your belly grew with dew
in the mystery of the
dark earth.
Which is getting pretty deep on an onion, even for us. Still, we owe an ode or two to cheap Bic Pens, and metal wire. Keep it locked.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Say hello to our little friend
Don't fear, The Corporation will find a way; and that way will probably be a large man who has been in a fight before.
Just a teaser.
"Did anyone see that movie "The Notebook?" This is pretty much nothing like that."
Or two:
"Beautiful, sunny, warm, clear. I always sit on this bench and watch the fathers with their children. My father hardly ever played with me. He died last April. I am a medium. I talk with spirits. My father sits with me here on this bench. He spends more time with me here than when he was alive. I never thought I'd miss him, but I do. It's April 14, 2007. A friend, another medium, said something magical would happen today. Maybe this notebook is it."