hi, yeah I just made it on to campus, about half an hour ago I got rear-ended on the 241 toll road, after sitting in over an hour and a half of the most insane parking lot traffic I've ever seen on the 91 ... I left my house 35 min earlier than I usually do, so I could get to school early and post my Dada writing before Class... since my internets were down fairly early last night.
Well.. yeah that didn't work.
I dare say this is one of the worst commutes I've ever had, I mean this is right up there with the one where I spent almost 3 hours in my car in gridlock and the time when I decided to pull over and have breakfast at a local restaurant for an hour to wait it out after sitting for over an hour on the freeway getting nowhere. I swear I spend more of my life IN my car that I do out of it these days. Frankly I don't feel very up to doing much ANYTHING right now I'm still coming down from the adrenaline rush of ya know... getting HIT BY A CAR, and well... yeah I'm a little twitchy still, I highly believe my penmanship would suffer greatly from it. So here I sit in a cool, shaded spot on hard grey concrete trying to regain my faculties before I try to enter the classroom.
-Nate
oh yeah, Dada writing from Tuesday!
Here it is:
ZOUNDS! there are people walking upon the walls! Some travel back and fourth across the same short distance. Others dart briskly around corners of the gallery. Another treads lightly with arms outstreched like grand wings. I will be joining them soon, I'm thankful Trish Brown wants me to participate in her piece.
ZOOM! I walk swiftly around the room. I do not walk on the mundane floor, nay, I soar across the walls! This harness lets me do the impossible.I feel like I could do anything. I'm ready to jump off the sofa with Iran's consul general.
ZIP! the lines that tether me to the gallery ceiling pull taught. I begin to pass a fellow dancer, their harness is set lower than mine. I must carefully cross the wires that are allowing us to defy gravity, this is perilous and exciting! I must not become entangled in their wires, it could be disastrous for us both.
ZOWIE! my head fees like a balloon with a nose. Like an abstract face of a Dada sculpture. Colors surround me as the date of this event is burned into my mind. I will never forget this day of walking on the wall.
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Sheeeit son, that be some harsh stuff on the freeway. Glad you're okay though! 8D
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about that traffic trouble, Nate. Bummer! Let me know if you need anything. -- Marcus
ReplyDeleteNate, please not my grammatical changes to your very fun piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteAlso, for homework, please go to the library and take out a book on the artist Ed Ruscha. Please pick a book with good pictures. Bring the book to class on Tuesday, August 25th. Thanks!
ZOUNDS! There are people walking upon the walls! Some travel back and fourth across the same short distance. Others dart briskly around corners of the gallery. Another treads lightly with arms outstreched like grand wings. I will be joining them soon, I'm thankful Trish Brown wants me to participate in her piece.
ZOOM! I walk swiftly around the room. I do not walk on the mundane floor, nay, I soar across the walls! This harness lets me do the impossible.I feel like I could do anything. I'm ready to jump off the sofa with Iran's consul general.
ZIP! the lines that tether me to the gallery ceiling pull taught. I begin to pass a fellow dancer--their harness is set lower than mine. I must carefully cross the wires that are allowing us to defy gravity; this is perilous and exciting! I must not become entangled in their wires, it could be disastrous for us both.
ZOWIE! My head fees like a balloon with a nose, like an abstract face of a Dada sculpture. Colors surround me as the date of this event is burned into my mind. I will never forget this day of walking on the wall.