Blue & white

The pages of this book are all butter wrappers, but thoroughly cleaned and ungreasy.

Tiger

Tiger tiger burning bright,
Something something something night.
Etc.

The other night I think I dreamt about a tiger.  Today I saw a tiger at NEXT or else maybe Art Chicago, but not the same tiger as in the dream.  Here's the tiger I saw:

This tiger appears to have a lot going on facially.  The tiger in the dream was more normal, I think.

The strawberry day...

...wherein I unexpectedly received a bottle of strawberry wine.

Also I learned about some strawberry farmer with weedy strawberry fields.  Because some herbicides are harmful to humans, and the others are harmful to strawberry plants, and strawberry fields are a pain to weed, the strawberry farmer hatched a plan.  The plan was this:  buy a bunch of geese and set them loose in the strawberry fields because everyone knows that geese love the taste of weeds but they refuse to eat strawberries.  Unfortunately, geese are not very thorough and they leave about half of the weeds standing, and they leave other things, that is they drop them, and they're large and squishy and smell terrible. And the whole thing ended horribly-- great horned owls swooped down to the fields at night and killed all the geese, but weren't strong enough to carry them off to eat them.  The result was a field of weed-choked strawberries strewn with goose droppings & goose carcasses. 

The moral of the story:  "strawberries are stupid, even animals know it.  I don't know the moral to your strawberry story.  It's your story; you're supposed to provide the moral."

An alternate moral of the story:  Just grow a tiny patch of strawberries, one that only takes a few minutes to weed.  When you have finished eating your modest strawberry harvest, go to the store and get some ice cream to appease any remaining hunger.

Here's
what I was up to
at the MCA
         yesterday.

I
walked
all over
  this
Carl Andre
       piece.

I
read
lots
  of
words
  on
the
walls.

I
pushed
  a
couple
  of
kids
out
of
the
way
so
  I
  could
  get
  to
  this
Felix
Gonzalez-
Torres
  sculpture,
  then
  I
  snatched
  the
  top
  sheet
  and...

left
the
scene.

Here I am hiding out in one of the smaller gallery rooms. I rolled the sheet of paper because it was slowing me      down.

Green Monsters at the MCA

A couple of green monsters by Rene Magritte

A green monster by Gladys Nilsson

A green monster by Paul Nudd

A green monster by Karl Wirsum

And a green monster by someone else

Saturday in Evanston