Anodyne
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
 

Wednesday morning, leaves skating along in the gutter, clouds furling off Crown Mountain's summit. The city's sewer crews and paving crews expertly blocking Main and Broadway like a professional NFL team, no one getting through. Deep vibrato of jackhammers, of front-end loaders shifting and collecting huge chunks of excavated pavement, of tamping machines trundling along behind the dump trucks spilling steaming, stinking asphalt into the open trench I plunge-stepped into this morning, illegally crossing mid-block. Lost kids trudging up and down Broadway, looking for the 99 B-Line express bus stop that wanders through the neighborhood like the magnetic pole.

Today's incongrous Internet research juxtaposition: Dotski's scoop-neck, "bright primary color" fashion fetish (scroll) vs. the lovely synth-pop set playing over at All The Little Live Things. That instrumental break from 2.17-2.41 stopped me dead with a whole spectrum of feelings I had just assumed were permanently gone.
- posted by cjb @ 9:16 AM


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