DATELINE CHANDLER, AZ: Postcards form the first week
Keeping up with the duties required of a high powered, high rollin’ business traveler such as myself has not been easy. I usually get up around 6am, work until 9 or 10pm, and fall asleep by 12 or 1. I’ve barely had time to get my work done let alone see the sights. Sure, I can flirt with the cute Brazilian waiter / rodeo cowboy at the Mexican restaurant during lunch (he was very impressed by my Spanish) but there are so many things I just can’t get to. I feel I am letting all of you down when I can’t even make the time to discuss the guy who pretended to be retarded for 20 years* or the woman who caused a terrorism scare on an airplane when she struck a match to cover up her stinky farts**. That could have been me for christ sakes. I did manage to sneak away from my busy schedule to take a few pictures around town. Thinking reflexively about the typical subjects of the pictures I post on this blog, I think one reason I choose them may be because I either subconsciously want to own the place/thing or want it in my neighborhood so I can be a regular at the place. This is certainly true of the subjects captured below. A quick story about the kung fu studio: when I saw it & pulled up to take a picture, a woman exited the studio with a garbage can. I got out of the car and quickly sized up how I wanted to frame the shot and the waited for her to return. I wanted to ask her if it was ok to take the picture because people sometimes feel threatened when The Man rolls up and snaps a shot. I especially wanted her to be ok with what I was doing since she was associated with a kung fu studio and probably was dangerous. I told her what I was doing, asked if I could take the picture, and she wanted to know what it was for. I told her it was because I liked bugs and wanted to capture the praying mantis painted on the window. She said that since anyone could walk down the street & do the same that it was ok. I explained that I asked because I didn’t want her to think something fishy was going, like those damn Shaolin kung fu studio guys were spying on her. I think she appreciated my knowledge of the different schools of kung fu. She did not administer any kung chops and I went on my way.
* http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061205/ap_on_re_us/faked_retardation
** http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061206/ap_on_re_us/plane_passing_gas
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Thursday, December 07, 2006
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3 comments:
what IS that on the side of the truck? I think it's a possum, or other large rodent, but I need confirmation.
Looks like a delicious stingray. Plump, juicy, and barbed.
"Barbosa said the government does not know whether Costello is retarded to some degree, but he clearly has been 'exaggerating whatever he may have, if any.'"
MY GOD!!!
I knew I did this life all wrong.
What degree of mental incapacity do you need to demonstrate to be considered retarded enough for the government? They better keep this case under wraps; they could open a flood gate.
I am so envious of those Special Olympians-- gloating and drooling in their superior inferiority. I'm so inadequately adequate. Ugh! I hate myself.
Nothing in my life is so great that I wouldn't give being dim a real shot if I thought I could make a living doing it.
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