You know when you go into the kitchen to get something, and you forget what it is? and you have to go back through the doorway, maybe even back to the point in the house where you started, before you recall what you were going after? and when you get into the kitchen again, you forget it again, except maybe this time you keep going in a particular direction, opening the refrigerator door, or a cupboard door, and you stare like a stoner, and you really don't know what you are looking for, and finally on the third try, by repeating to yourself silently or out loud what the thing is, you achieve the kitchen and you still know what it was, and it was vaguely in the direction you were going but not in the refrigerator nor in that particular cupboard? The word for that is Kitchenheimer's.
Karen Greenbaum-Maya's photo and poetry blog: what I see when I look, what I write when I do (and weird things I overhear)
Showing posts with label absurd. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 10, 2016
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Bieber Fieber!
I tend to try spend a lot of time trying to hang out with the high aesthetic band, meditating on the arts and on Art, or at least on the absurdity of the world. Therefore, when a friend sent me a book wrapped in genuine Justin Bieber wrapping paper, 99 cents a roll at his local Goodwill thrift store, I had to document it. Trying to imagine what company decision-maker thought this would be a winner.
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