Futility Now

This is a post about scrubbing. Scrubbing a trailer.  That’s what we do down here in Silverton, we scrub a trailer.

Actually, I was doing most of the scrubbing.  Sylvia wraps and sorts and labels things very well.  We took down all of the curtains and bedspreads and labeled them with these charming paint swatches (from who knows when) for posterity.  After we were done we sat around and talked about how Sylvia wants to put pictures of Spock over her bed, so she can look at them when she goes to sleep, and then I thought maybe I should put pictures of Joaquin over my bed.  At least polaroids or photobooth shots.  Maybe I can get her that cookie jar of Spock’s head and she can take it to a photobooth so there can be pictures of them together, too–

I have the best ideas.

P.S. This Saturday night People’s Art Gallery opens “Out of the Box,” a sculpture show, that I’m a part of.  Drinks, snacks, and tons of 8×8 art for $60! Brilliant.

So we went shopping and got a massive new mattress. Like with springs in it. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

At any rate, it precipitated some shuffling.

Other than that, things are more or less the same.

So I don’t want to pretend like it was ever great shakes in the first place, but my photography has gone a bit shit. Luckily, I think Temboo is going to be setting up regular office space in town soon, which should mean that I’ll be out a lot more. Cross your fingers.

We were at Hollywood Vintage and we saw these sweet Jantzen’s trunks:

They were unlined, made out of wool, and were intended to be worn into the water. It boggles my mind that this was a thing that people were willing to do at one time.

More pictures from our innumerable trips to Gare de Lyon to figure out how to get around France.

Ads in the Paris metro sit in metal frames. Sometimes this is obvious, sometimes it’s obfuscated.

Assorted metro scenes.

Should I be worried?