Anyone Can Whistle

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Like Watching Paint Dry

The old has gone, the new has come.

Poor, neglected, faded, sunburnt bike.

Lovely, (old), shiny, sunburnt-looking-but-actually-protected-from-dangerous-UVA-and-UVB-rays bike.

I just painted it 5 minutes ago. I want to go to the library, but it takes 15 minutes for Krylon Orange fluourescent paint to dry. Just in case you wanted to know.

Next time I paint it, it will be green. I used the last drop of Krylon fluorescent orange. Sad sigh.

But, Green is happy! So that's fine.

David, I'm not leaving you for a brighter orange bike, promise. It's a nice ride, too, but . . .

Ha. You turned red. I don't even have to repaint you, it happens naturally! :D

posted by whistler @ 7/25/2007 01:56:00 p.m.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. . .

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• The certainty of the things you have been taught
• The Junior High School Band Concert
• This is how we do. . .
• Those moments when you think to yourself, "WT heck?"
• paying attention
• Before the Throne of God Above
• Delights
• दविड़ यू अरे फुन्न्य। ई लिके यू अल थे मोरे व्हें ...
• Tied, Stamped
• Delights

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