Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

There are several websites devoted to the graffiti "artists" who bombed subway trains prior to the city's crackdown on quality-of-life offenses. I remember the spray-painted walls and windows -- only rarely was a figure drawing clear or a scribbled word legible. But I was always ingrigued at how seriously the tagging crews took their craft.

The vandals quoted at one particular site I found tonight were as serious as they come: proud of their various signatures, murals, and other creations -- stuff they did some 20 years ago. From 1981 forward, his stomping ground was the F train and he spoke fondly of his many creations.

During that same time period I rode the F train almost every day. I never noticed anything memorable (or readable) amid the grime and scribble. What good is it to write your name on every subway wall if the only one who recognize/remember it is you?

Well, at least he has fond memories.