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the magician never explains; mixed media on canvas, 8 x 8 x 1.5 inches, in the shop


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So many things disconcerting but none more so than the Beach Boys through a supermarket sound system during Saturday morning groceries. Always something deeply wrong with them. Looking through HELLO! Canada at the checkout -- does it ever seem to you that Jennifer Aniston is just a smallish woman with a perky nose? Yet the fascination goes on and on. She's like Elizabeth Taylor without the rough stuff. The checkout clerk tells me that ants will not cross a line of cayenne pepper. I don't know, I say, these ones are pretty big

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A kind of ant-pocalypse on Saturday, opening a cupboard and whole bunches falling out, then the scramble to escape. Big black ant squishings. Grind them under your heel, wipe them on the rug. The ant traps promise to KILL THE QUEEN, but that sounds a bit like magic.

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Helped a friend move a lathe. Belleville looks like it's been carpet-bombed by mini-malls. Franchises promise new kinds of fries. The lathe weighs about ten thousand million pounds. Up and down basement steps. We talk about the elections in Greece. The choices are: bad and bad. People don't really understand money anymore. It's just another part of the show, and often the stage is in another building entirely. Just keep the sound down.

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C and I watched All Good Things. It's a movie about money and strangeness but all C could concentrate on is how freakish Ryan Gosling is. He's not good looking, she said. He looks like one of those kids you avoided. I tried to tell her that she was definitely in the minority on this one, that in fact Mr. Gosling is used as a kind of dreamboat meme, but she was having none of it. He's a freak, she said.

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By Sunday the ants were already slowing down.

Comments

  1. I don't find Ryan hot.

    Ants sounding spooky - are you still alive?

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  2. Peter thinks Jennifer Aniston is a freak - with a perky nose.

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  3. Thank you for stopping by my blog. Ryan is overrated.

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