I’d like a master’s degree in wheatpasting, graffiti, murals, stenciling, street art, and trains. Yeah, for science, definitely! Hahahaha!
Oh hey, here’s something about wheatpasting. Seems a good primer. I appreciate it.
Ming, two other friends, and I made a collaborative art together. Guess which part I made?
Yep, you guessed it. I drew the big-handed bike dude. I felt pretty psychedelic. Ming drew the dog-snake. Yeah, cute and a half!
Then we played a round of telephone pictionary. It had been, uh, six years or something. So fun to teach the game to friends. So hilarious. This is one I started.
I realized afterward that telephone pictionary is about intentional misunderstanding, and misunderstanding is the funniest thing in the world, to me. I laughed till I almost peed my skirt.
Also I can’t get over how gorgeously Ming uses language. His weird-ass syntax would giggle me, if only that.
Doesn’t his “Deep as a well, refreshing as water I love to drink,” sound like the beginning of a cool poem by a robot?
The other friends suggested we go another round, but I was mirthed out. Social joy had overmuched me, and I needed to depart and wind down, if I ever wanted to sleep again. But I hope we can play again soon.
If one purpose of a game is to get to know your friends better, this game works like a charm. And it requires little materials, no prep, almost free to play. Great game!
There’s some Chilean hiphop I thought you might like. It’s blowing me away. There’s a line I heard: this country “gave birth to a nightmare, then abandoned the baby.” And, “Why kill the physical when y’all can murder the mental?” Oooo, felt spot on, uncommonly so.
Love to your journey.