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Stumpage Reports
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Tuesday, March 04, 2003 :::
The Fate of Teddy Bears Lost at NCSU
The bus route I ride to class most days takes me past the campus motor pool, which includes all the maintenance buildings. Basically, the ass end of the university. Amidst this blue-collar jumble is a large cement platform onto which the garbage trucks drive so they can dump their trash in a big dumpster / compactor contraption.
The cement platform is surrounded on three sides by a chain-link fence. As we drove by it today, I noticed a large teddy bear stuck into the holes in the fence with his nose and arms. I pictured a burly, stogie chompin' garbage man catching sight of teddy as it drew towards the maw of the compactor. Stogie chompin' garbage man saved teddy from a millenia in the landfill and stuck him on the fence so he could watch the cars pass by.
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When I was a little kid, like 5 or 6, my parents took me to a race at the Michigan Speedway. I left a teddy bear there and didn't notice until we were almost all the way home. My parents did not want to turn around and they assured me a race car driver had picked up teddy and he would get to become a race car driver. I still believe that.
Thinking about all of the above, reminded me of a painting by one of my favorite artists, Michael Kaluta. The painting is The Fate of Dollies Lost in Dreams. To me that painting shows he is one of those artists still plugged into what it feels like to be a kid. I mean that in a good way, not in a sick Michael Jackson kinda way.
Quote of the Day:
In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.
--- Ernest Hemingway, Ten Indians
::: posted by tom at 9:50 PM
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