It's hard to choose---there are so many.... One day I parked my car on the street and went into my building to work. When I came out at lunch, the car wasn't there. Gone. Crap, I thought. It has been stolen! These were the days before I had a cell phone, so I ran to the nearest house to call the police. As I pounded on some poor old lady's door, I glanced across the street to see my car. In someone's front yard. With the bumper lodged in between the boards of the house. I had left the car in gear when I parked it, and it was on a slight slope. So as I walked away, blissfully ignorant, it had rolled backwards down the street and into the front yard of the house. Thank GOD it didn't run over anyone in the process. Funny thing...the people in the house hadn't noticed. I knocked on their door and pointed out to them that I had done some creative parking in their living room wall. They were amazed. What can I say. College students. :-)
Having dinner with a very cute boy who I've just met. We're talking about art and artists over bagels and grilled cheese. And I start talking about this artist I love, Jeremy Blake, who makes trippy video paintings in bleating bright colors. I saw him speak at a museum the week before. And I'm talking and talking and talking, and I reach for the artist's name, and instead of Jeremy Blake, it comes out Andrew Blake.
Andrew Blake. Who is a porn director.
There is a flicker of petrified, mutual recognition. Laura verbally fumbles for about six seconds, and recovers. And the conversation continues as usual.
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It's hard to choose---there are so many....
One day I parked my car on the street and went into my building to work. When I came out at lunch, the car wasn't there. Gone. Crap, I thought. It has been stolen! These were the days before I had a cell phone, so I ran to the nearest house to call the police. As I pounded on some poor old lady's door, I glanced across the street to see my car. In someone's front yard. With the bumper lodged in between the boards of the house.
I had left the car in gear when I parked it, and it was on a slight slope. So as I walked away, blissfully ignorant, it had rolled backwards down the street and into the front yard of the house. Thank GOD it didn't run over anyone in the process. Funny thing...the people in the house hadn't noticed. I knocked on their door and pointed out to them that I had done some creative parking in their living room wall. They were amazed. What can I say. College students. :-)
I may require you to take my name off this one.
Having dinner with a very cute boy who I've just met. We're talking about art and artists over bagels and grilled cheese. And I start talking about this artist I love, Jeremy Blake, who makes trippy video paintings in bleating bright colors. I saw him speak at a museum the week before. And I'm talking and talking and talking, and I reach for the artist's name, and instead of Jeremy Blake, it comes out Andrew Blake.
Andrew Blake. Who is a porn director.
There is a flicker of petrified, mutual recognition. Laura verbally fumbles for about six seconds, and recovers. And the conversation continues as usual.
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