You whisper half thoughts to me

Architecture in Helsinki...a dash of Cardigans 'cheerful/bright/thinly veiled melancholy' and a tablespoon of 'ADD indie pop symphony adventure ' This is their G0-Go's song I've come to think. I'm driving down to Chicago see them next Friday as the closing ceremony to my proposed proposition. If I don't come off as about 120% more excited it might only be because I'm waiting for the trap door to pull open. Totally glass 1/2 empty I know. Hopefully the excitement of the day drawing nearer will make the glass all full (and not 'awful').

I have always been a secret fan of the 'bathroom stall poetry'. The childish 'for a good time call 248-830-0022' is always worth a grin, but also slogans, political statements that are amended and altered by other artists, doodlings and witicisms alike bring me cheer. A canvas at O.C.C. displays:

I don't know whether it is the memory of the boys of 4th grade being called into the bathroom by the Principal in regards to 'the b-word' being scraped into the wall (which suddenly opens up the long lost memory/legend of flushing the toilets and saying 'Bloody Mary' 3 times, Beetlejuice style, and the supposed, maybe even witnessed, blood scrawled 'Bloody Mary' on the mirror.....), or maybe a sense of connection between the artist here and the photo repair man from Amelie; both reaching out anon, trying desperately to create, trying to be remembered.

I rescued this from the sidewalk at work not long ago. A 5th grader that sat at 'Table B' painted it. She got a B on it but I'd surely take out my red pen and convert that into a 'A' and add the '+' if I were in charge. I hold this painting and it makes me smile and think of this glorious summer. Even the paper feels like those days that I already miss and warmly recall:

I hope that you had the most wonderful summer. Here's to an apple cider toast together in the fall.