Ugly Wallet #2

I purchased a wallet recently. 

When I bought it, I found it ugly.

And yet, it's a pretty sturdy wallet.

The bulbs on the surface of the Genuine Leather are scuffed.

 And you can see where the holes are beginning to poke through.

All-in-all, it looks quite good...

...for an ugly wallet.

 

The "leather" appears to be holding up.

Even on the inside of the wallet.

Can you see the zipper from there? 

Look closer.

I can even fit my keys in here!

Look even closer.

I could fit everything in there!

 And there's no wear-and-tear here at all.

And it would've been a great, ugly wallet,

instead of just a good one...

Were it not for this.

This wallet cost me five dollars.

It has lasted twenty-five days.

Draw your own conclusion.

Judgmentality, and mirror poem

No one wants to answer the question: 

Am I judgmental?

Well, am I?

I can't speak for anyone but myself: I must be judgmental. 

Make no mistake! I don't want-to-be judgmental, but I am. I try to treat everyone just the same, love my neighbor as I would love my own, and shit like that. "I don't judge," I hear people say (myself included). Don't get me wrong now; I try my darnedest not-to-be offensive.

God, even the word offensive is offensive!

(The fact that I chose not to edit that
could be considered offensive.)

~

Is everyone judgmental, then?

Again, I can't speak for anybody else. In fact, best to take it a step further: I don't care if anyone else wants to judge me. (I've heard people say that too.) Do I care though? I mean, I want to be nice, at least. I wouldn't want to anyone to get hurt. I wouldn’t want to make waves... etc. Bo-ring!

"so what then, are you saying I'm judgmental"

You be you. I be me.

(Thank you, guts.)

~     ~     ~

mirror chant

I see myself

Not, not myself -

Looking-glass spot.

Then I thought up

How to see myself

See myself

Not-not

 

      ~     ~     ~

Judgmentality, Thoughts of;

When no man nodded to me

It created an unclean heart

And I meant no dis

Honorable mention

Given unto you

The gift of your nod

Thy revels they’re

Cling there to you

~

What is meant

By fearing this

Believing that

When the rest is but

Honorable Mention

      ~     ~     ~

Had to pull a Real Estate sign
 out of the ground
 at my construction job.

Tim snapped this picture.

Draw your own conclusions.

Scan and Shred

My occupation requires me to scan and shred. First, I scan sensitive legal or medical documents. Next, I shred them. Sounds easy right? It sure is. With that said, you probably wouldn't want to do this job... Watch the video to catch a good glimpse of my workspace.

What have I gotten myself into?!

Draw your own conclusions.

Southwest Imperialist

One more exercise in the mundane.
(Please observe from a computer for the full effect.)

Draw your own conclusions.

Left Behind

Last week, while walking to the bus stop,
I found objects that were left behind.

Somewhere in the ten mile zone around Beverly Hills,
a woman left her boot near a bench.

Wait, hang on, that's sexist.

That could totally be some manly-man's boot.

~

And then again,
someone left their neatly hung shirt
on a chain-link fence on Robertson Boulevard.

A button-down shirt hanging outside a Jewish temple.

The sleeves were rolled up a bit.

(My kinda style.)

~

Pico Boulevard. Here we have a spiffy pair of leathern shoes.

What happened to the man
(or woman)
who wore these shoes?

They could be walking down Pico shoeless right now.

Maybe they got new shoes, but why leave behind
your sweet-ass clodhoppers?

(No, they didn't fit me.)

But why,
I asked myself, 
has everyone left behind their clothes?

 

And then I figured it out.

 It was because that day was July Fifth,

 which is the day after Independence Day,

 a day when people notoriously get drunk.

Draw your own conclusions.

Ugly Wallet #1

I had Chinese food for lunch one day last week; Erick, one of my co-workers, was nice enough to buy lunch for everyone. After the meal, I received a fortune cookie. The contents of the cookie:

 

I thought it would be a good idea to take that advice. 

Besides writing these blog posts, 

I'm pushing myself to complete the next chapter of a book. 

Oddly enough, a couple of days later,

I saw someone else's fortune lying on the floor of a bus.

I decided to take a picture of it, without reading it.

Still couldn't read it from the photo. So I took another picture.

Blurry, hard-to-read still. 

(Later, my girlfriend thought that it said "dragon." 

It looks like the word "dragon." I wish it said "dragon.") 

One more pic should do it...

Well, someone else's fortune was pretty similar to mine, except that it's not really a fortune. It's more like some decent advice, or a clever definition. Am I allowed to accept the fortune of someone else's fortune cookie?

Who cares? I thought to myself. I'm doing it.

So I bought this ugly wallet for five dollars.

(This one right here.) 

And this wallet is apparently made of genuine leather:

(As indicated here.)

No way this wallet's genuine anything. (Genuinely ugly, maybe.)

I figure this wallet is going to fall apart,

but I want to see if the investment

was really worth the money.

My goal is to see if this wallet lives past its deadline

which I figure is about three months

that would be a dream.

Look forward to more posts about the ugly wallet.

Untitled

Sleep required

Never easy

The bumblebee

The clever sow

Any further

Upward higher

Clouded eagle

Flying now

As for me

Finding pieces

Local hideout

Burning down

May the raven

Humble me

In a bosom

Nevermore

Sidewalk Rider

Yet another exercise in the mundane. I was waiting for the bus to arrive on Pico, pretty close to Beverly Hills. I recorded the intersection for a moment or two, then I noticed a motorcycle rider right behind me. He had been riding his motorcycle down the sidewalk. I recorded him checking his finances at Chase bank.

Enjoy!

Zines!

Number 25: Teach a friend or family member about zines.

Draw your own conclusions.

Koreatown Dodgers

I snapped this picture of baseball fans watching Ryu starting in last week's Dodger game. Pretty much everyone in the photo is Korean (the photo was taken at the galleria near Vermont & 5th in K-town). The place was packed! Everyone clapped whenever Ryu got a strikeout, and they cheered for him at the end of "close call" innings. Most striking was the hush in the room the rest of the time - everyone was rapt.

Their solidarity was moving, such a beautiful sight to see.