Beautiful Day. Punctuated by Annoying Person. Ah, well, who wants to know about my personal problems? Not me.
Certain things push me over the edge, into actual insanity. Static. The sound of recorded applause, but only if it's a small group. If it's the sound of a large crowd applauding, that doesn't bother me. The recorded sound of a drink being poured, as in a Pepsi ad on the radio. Will literally make me want to drive into a tree to punish the radio.
Decided it was time to shave off the winter growth the other day, so I got out the beard trimmer and electric razor and went to it. I generally leave a small goatee and Vandyke-type deal all year round and shave off the rest for summer, but on a whim, I decided to see what sideburns would look like. I've noticed 'burns are back in style again, sort of. I've never actually worn sideburns in this manner; the last time they were in style, I couldn't really grow them right. Not sure if I can even now. They look a little cheesy. When I put on my clip-on shades, I look like a seedy trailer-park manager or something. Hit man, possibly.
Seeing my face again after shaving off the beard is always a mild shock. My cheeks look beefier every year. Slabs of beef. Meatface, I call myself in the mirror. Wrinkles are stretched taut. No longer the hollowed-out, hungry look, except in the eyes, which are obscured by gravitational lenses.
Finally made it to the Maple Syrup Festival up in Vermontville this year. It was a perfect, cloudless day for it. Kind of disappointing, though. I expected more local flavor, somehow. It was mostly just a regular old fair, with rides and stuff. We missed the syrup-making and blacksmithing demonstrations. There was an arm wrestling contest. And a schlocky craft fair. We did eat expando-pancakes at the American Legion hall. Bloat. Probably the most interesting thing was talking to some of the locals about the syrup crop this year. Apparently conditions were ideal for killer syrup, and they talked about it like it was fine wine - the flavor, the aroma, the color, the body. We bought some syrup in a maple-leaf-shaped bottle and headed back to civilization.
I'm thinking of holding a Rejected Artist Exhibit, for artists who were rejects from this year's Michigan Artist Competition. So far, every artist I've talked to was summarily rejected from the competition, so I should have no trouble coming up with participants. The judging of art competitions is so arbitrary anyway. There seems to be no discernable criteria for it; really great stuff gets rejected, and amateurish crap makes the cut. It's about as fair and objective as Olympic boxing.
After a couple weeks of quite warm weather for the season, it's turned downright cool. I don't think it even broke 60 today. The sun was nice, though. It felt warm when you were right in it, but in the shade, you needed a jacket. It might frost tonight. Yes.
Certain things push me over the edge, into actual insanity. Static. The sound of recorded applause, but only if it's a small group. If it's the sound of a large crowd applauding, that doesn't bother me. The recorded sound of a drink being poured, as in a Pepsi ad on the radio. Will literally make me want to drive into a tree to punish the radio.
Decided it was time to shave off the winter growth the other day, so I got out the beard trimmer and electric razor and went to it. I generally leave a small goatee and Vandyke-type deal all year round and shave off the rest for summer, but on a whim, I decided to see what sideburns would look like. I've noticed 'burns are back in style again, sort of. I've never actually worn sideburns in this manner; the last time they were in style, I couldn't really grow them right. Not sure if I can even now. They look a little cheesy. When I put on my clip-on shades, I look like a seedy trailer-park manager or something. Hit man, possibly.
Seeing my face again after shaving off the beard is always a mild shock. My cheeks look beefier every year. Slabs of beef. Meatface, I call myself in the mirror. Wrinkles are stretched taut. No longer the hollowed-out, hungry look, except in the eyes, which are obscured by gravitational lenses.
Finally made it to the Maple Syrup Festival up in Vermontville this year. It was a perfect, cloudless day for it. Kind of disappointing, though. I expected more local flavor, somehow. It was mostly just a regular old fair, with rides and stuff. We missed the syrup-making and blacksmithing demonstrations. There was an arm wrestling contest. And a schlocky craft fair. We did eat expando-pancakes at the American Legion hall. Bloat. Probably the most interesting thing was talking to some of the locals about the syrup crop this year. Apparently conditions were ideal for killer syrup, and they talked about it like it was fine wine - the flavor, the aroma, the color, the body. We bought some syrup in a maple-leaf-shaped bottle and headed back to civilization.
I'm thinking of holding a Rejected Artist Exhibit, for artists who were rejects from this year's Michigan Artist Competition. So far, every artist I've talked to was summarily rejected from the competition, so I should have no trouble coming up with participants. The judging of art competitions is so arbitrary anyway. There seems to be no discernable criteria for it; really great stuff gets rejected, and amateurish crap makes the cut. It's about as fair and objective as Olympic boxing.
After a couple weeks of quite warm weather for the season, it's turned downright cool. I don't think it even broke 60 today. The sun was nice, though. It felt warm when you were right in it, but in the shade, you needed a jacket. It might frost tonight. Yes.
posted by Ron at 1:03 AM
