BLOGGO

Knowledge can be thought of as discreet piles. Over time, you take grains from the hourglass of time dedicated to witnessing/observing and distribute them onto your various knowledge piles. The piles grow and spill into each other in happy collisions of cross-referencing. It’s nice to feel the swelling of your pile, esp. if it’s a small pile. I recently made my Boston pile larger.

I learned it’s home to an impressive redesign project known as the Columbia Point housing complex re-design, garnering awards for its urban revitalization. I learned it’s got a new, cool looking place for good art:

The good art included but was not limited to:

Rachel Perry Welty

Karaoke Wrong Number,
2001-2004
running time: 7 minutes

Robin Rhodes’ photos of sequential chalk drawings.

I also learned that Boston’s Beacon Hill area is home to a patch of concrete that looks like Africa:

I’m not sure what the other country is, encroaching from the south. Wanna call it Blobonia?

I used to tell Dr.Nick that he should offer up obscure aphorisms during his class lectures and if students asked for clarification he should protect the mystery by nodding,  and answering: Exactly!

I walked into my favorite discount store and was amused to find it had turned into a hamster cage, judging by all the ripped up newspaper covering the entire floor. HUH, I thought. A nice little morning mystery. I collected a few essentials and a few non-essentials and headed like a gerbil down the row of the register. She rang me up and I asked: What’s with all the newspaper?

“Oh. We’re moving.”

 What?  I left it there. Preserving the mystery. I occasionally still puzzle through that scenario. Is it a way to clean the floors effortlessly? Does it let you slide boxes around easily? Is it confetti, getting you semi-excited about the sale?

Exactly.