On the steps of this little "park" on the corner, I wait for my second interview to begin. Pigeons. They seriously freak me out. I kept trying to shew them away, but there's no hope. A guy in front of me said, "They're everywhere! They're like rats w/ wings." I concur. So Burt, what's the deal? Why the love?
Interview #2 (interpret that how you like): "So uh...yude be doin' graphick teez foruh juniuh an misses apparuhl. Work onuh coupluh designs and sendem tumi. Think trendee, hahd coor, uh...rahk an rowell. Or uh...you cann come up with some clevuh phrases. Like this wun...there wuzuh drawrin uvuh cat withuhnevil grin and it seduh, 'If you wanna friend, getta duwog,' ya know? We like owa designs to be layuhd, like it hasuh meanin' to it. Here, itz morahbout art than fashion."
You get the idea. Pumpin' out t-shirts as bizarre as greeting cards. "Hmmm...that's something I might say...I like rainbows and ponies..." Creating "art" on cotton for the masses just might not be my cup of tea and that is OK. It's getting easier to see what I'm not supposed to be doing with my life.
P.S. And they work on mac minis. Supuh hahd coor.
1 comment:
OK,Ok,OK... lemme get this straight. You've been in town for all of 3-weeks, learned the subway system, where to find outdoor movies displayed in public pools (w/o H20), learned to play the mandolin, and already have picked-up this horrific "Neau Yawk" accent?
You're obviously slipping between dimensions somewhere along the line. What next? I'm in... and can't wait to read the next chapter of the life and times of a southern gecco in the big city (1st edition).
Wile E
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