On Saturday night I ran into an Alt85 reader, apparently some kind of a drifter who presumably had been reading the blog in a branch of the New York Public Library, and you know what he said to me? He said, "You write a dense blog post." The alcohol on his breath nearly knocked me out, and when I said something very tactful about it, he said, "Well, I may be drunk tonight, but tomorrow...I..." and he drifted off into a coma.
Well, I can take criticism gracefully, even from somebody with strawberry ice cream on his suit. Henceforth, I will write lighter, airier blog posts! They will involve lists, and pictures! And they will be much, much shorter.
Sometimes.
Take a look at this picture I took of an advertisement on a taxicab* (you ought to be able to click to enlarge if you need to examine it more closely), and then answer a little question for me.
Does that guy, or does he not, have his fingers in that little girl's crotch?
FIN
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* Note: after rereading The Catcher in the Rye, I concluded that we should go back to calling them taxicabs instead of just taxis or cabs. Also, I concluded that we should write out street names, like "Barney Greengrass is on Columbus Avenue just north of West Eighty-sixth Street." No one agreed.
4 comments:
Short Round, I absolutely back your writing-street-names-out idea. Go, archaic elitism! Go.
No, you need to go back to school and finish your doctorate.
After further review, that's the girl's hand in her own crotch.
I respectfully disagree.
(1) That hand looks too big.
(2) How's that guy holding her up? He's got his right hand under her knees, and if you're right then he'd have to have only a few fingertips gently resting on her knuckles.
Of course, I suppose he's sort of "tossing" her...if that's the euphemism they use these days...
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