The ugly abattoir of the writing process, with hopes that it turns into finely processed steaks under cellophane. Avoid the sausage.
Monday, August 30, 2004
Beautiful Downtown Las Vegas
On my way back from lunch I overheard the following conversation snippet between two disheveled types:
"You can't go to court smelling like beer. You got any gum?"
Amazing.
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
Here's something I overheard on Tuesday: I'm in the Art Institute and a man is talking to his foreign girlfriend/wife. He's explaining that all of the paintings matted behind glass are done in chalk, because otherwise the chalk would come off. Well, this does make sense, except that the wall markers say "oil on canvas." In his attempt to explain "chalk," he spelled it "chauk."
1 comment:
Here's something I overheard on Tuesday: I'm in the Art Institute and a man is talking to his foreign girlfriend/wife. He's explaining that all of the paintings matted behind glass are done in chalk, because otherwise the chalk would come off. Well, this does make sense, except that the wall markers say "oil on canvas." In his attempt to explain "chalk," he spelled it "chauk."
-kf
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