the liquid moderne
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yamamanamaErin, Kristin, and Korie were talking about Rainbow Swash. It's been around for as long as I can remember and people long ago saw Fred Flinstone and Ho Chi Minh in profile.
Brook can't draw, she tells me.
I had time to kill so I went to see the Zodiac Animal Heads. The blue line train I got on was kind of like the missing link between one of the old red line trains or every orange line train and one of the fanky new red line trains.
It was way more crowded than I thought the blue line would ever be. I guess the next stop is the airport but I didn't notice anyone with luggage, but who knows, maybe people don't bring luggage oon airplanes anymore because important things will end up forever lost in airport security limbo. And I've been pronouncing Bowdoin the wrong way my whole life. It's "boh-den." Someone behind me was like "the door knows when you're standing in front of it."
Something tells me there are a lot of Eritreans in Boston. Wikipedia says "nope," but maybe they've been around for a while and they're lumped in with Ethiopians instead.
I was hoping Emily would be at one of the booths. I'm not sure what was going on; there were vendors up the Greenway near Aquarium, there was a carnival at City Hall Plaza.
When I say "the aquarium," I mean the aquarium, when I say "Aquarium," I mean the T station.
Something smelled like larb for seagulls.
The guy behind me at 7-11 discussed the merits of potatoes or twinkies after the apocalypse. Potatoes are more nutritious than twinkies, yes, but you can't live on just potatoes.
In bright yellow polyethylene was written “Nothing’s for keeps. Except that we must keep going. You’ll spend your entire life searching, ok? We all want to belong. So let’s all get along. Make the most, and hope. May this never end.”
There's a set of granite seawall stones and stacked metal platonic and non-platonic solids with colorful lights and misters and a sound system inside of them.
The end of Figment spacewise, or the beginning, depending on which direction you were coming from, was Lo-Fab Greenway Project, which was half a torus made of a wooden mesh. Beyond was Argentine tango dancing.
Halsey Burgund recorded conversations with a dozen people born in the year of the monkey and asked them questions of their beliefs, combined it with music and they're played on a set of eight speakers on a wooded Greenway path.
Add something new to the skyline on a chalkboard. Someone added a dragon, while I added a tower that looks like a giant flower bud. Remember what's important. Love, I guess, and dogs, and watering your flowers, and potaters gotta potate.
Ask the Oracle of Control a question, turn the crank, and receive your answer.
Bender says "FEED ME $!" and "FEED ME MONEY"
Nora Borealis is a member of Glass Mannequins, which is really cool dreamy electronic trip-hop with guitar and violin.
She was not actually at the Make Music Festival. She hasn't been working with Emma lately but she's looking forward to doing so again. I want more violin, viola, and cello. Maybe a version of Trust Fall with Sahin on saxophone. They had an actual glass mannequin there you could draw on; I drew a flower where the head would connect to the neck and someone said the hole in their shoulder was someone's house and the other hole had what looked like a stained glass window and I noticed it had a very prominent butt so I drew Tina Belcher smiling. Someone wrote Addicts Can Recover.
She says that it's hard to record Scubaphone because of all the noises but Glass Mannequins will definitely have an album. They blew a fuse twice because I guess they couldn't handle their awesomeness. The first time this happened, Socrates and Emmanuel wandered over to a Clover that I think I passed by in search of Thai food, but maybe it was a different one, and got some kind of herbal tea, while Nora, Andrew, and I ate frozen blueberries. Andrew knows Nora's name because it's his friend's name backwards except without another A. Andrew has green hair. He's not a musician but once he tried to learn music theory and still couldn't hear the difference. Nora has a ball python named Aleister Crawly.
She introduced herself and the band and I'm like "holy shit" because I didn't recognize her with the hat and sunglasses. She has blue hair but lots of people have blue hair. She plays violin but lots of people play violin, and it follows that there would be people with blue hair who play violin. Some people at FIGMENT even went all the way and had blue eyebrows. I thought one of the people with blue eyebrows was my cousin Carolyn at first.
Dan handled all the sciency aspects of the giant genie's lamp that shoots out fog and lights up when people rub it while the woman with the peacock head decoration and starfish hair clip and octopus necklace handled all the pretty artsy aspects. Dan has a shirt that I thought was a genie's shirt but it was actually a sleeveless ninja shirt meant to protect the wearer from dust storms. He should have had an epic battle with Damion, who was wearing a pirate shirt when he wasn't shirtless. Later on, they had painted poles that lit up like they had fire inside.
Damion says that if dogs were immortal, either the world would have so many dogs that they'd eat all the food or they wouldn't need to eat but they'd be all skin and bones.
A woman has two tattoos of Tina Belcher and a peacock and she had bright red hair and she had a puppy with her.
Someone's t-shirt said "soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr.
A woman wore a tail of peacock feathers and a hairpiece of peacock and pheasant feathers. Peacocks, it seems, are a common motif in New Tens fashion. Peacocks and elephants. The woman at the collaborative mosaic table wore an elephant head pendant. I hope this doesn't jinx us. I mean, the republican party animal should be a mastodon or a wooly mammoth because I have no idea how they're not extinct yet, but no, they continue to limp on. Maybe they've stopped being a party for the rich and the religious and the Cuban emigres and Vietnamese boat people consumed by their fear and hatred of all things left-wing who are all slowly dying out and being replaced (to say this about whites is an oversimplification; the heart of the alt-right, the Republican party's rising stars people born between 1960 and 1980), and they're turning into the party for the angry white men, which I guess means they'll subsume the libertarians and Constitution Party.
Maybe the Libertarians will change in response to this. It seems like Gary Johnson is attracting more potential Hillary voters than he is Trump voters.
Last year's mosaic was a tree, this year's is a sea of faces. The pieces are all made of modeling clay and they're stuck to the board with glue.
There were Google stereotypes and everyone would write something defying the stereotype. Russians are the scariest white people, Hungarians are aliens and weird and they're also Asian and they're definitely not Slavs, Muslims are not terrorists, which is probably the most unexpected autofill ever, Lithuanians are tall and racist and HIV resistant, also they're not slavs, no matter what Google tells you. Latvians are like coconuts while Christians are like pumpkins. The latter isn't some weird robot thing, it's an actual allegory used by actual Christians. Maltese are the best dogs. Not according to me, according to me, the pug is the best. I think the worst things said by racist white people are when they're trying to be nice about other races because they can't be nice without putting someone else down.
Here is the parable of the pumpkin and the hollyhocks from Camp Concentration by Thomas Disch: That spring in the middle of his hollyhocks there grew an intellectual pumpkin. The hollyhocks were beautiful, but he knew the pumpkin would be more useful. It didn't ripen until October, by which time the hollyhocks had already been eaten.
"I'm a hungry Hungarian" a girl in white wrote. I've met a few Hungarians outside my family: Emma, Emma, and the guy with the macaw. She's equally amazed by this.
"I am Iron Man" "I am human and not perfect.' "addicts are people too! We do recover!" "I am confident." "I have a Yale education and I use it for social good." "I am Muslim and I'm obsessed with pokemon go." "I am a feminist and pretty dope."
Somebody who wrote something talked about how Jewish music is always in a minor key.
By night, she projected the google stereotypes on the air intake sculpture, upon which is currently written A TRANSLATION FROM ONE LANGUAGE TO ANOTHER in black-outlined red.
There were bubbles for everyone to play with. The booth featured a bubble cannonade with a spinner covered in bubble wands and some plastic bubbles to bonk your heads on. "No angry way to say bubbles." and "Life is short, chase bubbles." One of the people there had a bunch of Alice in Wonderland themed tattoos and I wonder if she's ever been to Wonderland and how disappointed she was when she found out what was there.
The Waiting Room was a tent with a waiting room underneath, featuring strings of colored lights by nighttime and a carpet and some Highlights magazines and an old CRT TV and a painting of a boy and a clock with a painting of a ship. You can take a number and you can wait for as long as you want.
A girl going into urban planning said that the triangle is the superior form. She loved my t-shirt with God speaking Maxwell's laws in differential form. The boards had words in not only English (love, dream) but in Portuguese (saudade) and Spanish and Chinese and even something in Arabic.
Operand is a tent with a screen and motion sensors and when you stumble upon one of the "boxes," it makes a noise.
Whimsea is a totem of mosaic rocks.
There was a set of cubes placed inside of each other.
Cut Rate Casey Desmond (her name isn't actually Casey, I just thought she was Casey) had pink hair and tattoos of hot air balloons on her arm.
I mistook someone for Kitty Zen; she had a black cat ear headband with feather tufts and angry-eye sunglasses and a black pendant but no tattoos I could see. With her was a woman with purple hair, a hat, a scarf, a lot of pendants.
Rachel isn't a performer, she just dresses like that. Today, her face was painted like a porcelain doll's and had black dots under the eyes, she had spiral earrings and a necklace of blue beads with a My Little Pony pendant, a bunny hairclip, a couple of ribbons and a headband, spiral earrings and a septum piercing, bracelets and stripey fingerless gloves and a ring with googly eyes and a floral fan, a blue Victorian dress.
I showed her my drawing of Gabriella and she said that's a nice name.
Stella, Caitlin, and I took shelter from the sun in the booth for Emergence. At night, the fireflies would light up whenever light hit them and they each had a light sensor so the nearby ones would light up too and they'd display colorful patterns and I think that what color they display depends on how much light they received, but by day, it did nothing.
Stella said botanists are the coolest people in the sciences. I've been hanging around with a lot of veterinary sciences people and they're really cool. When I was in college, a lot of my friends were English or psychology majors.
I told her that I'm more content with being single in the summer.
She knows a cat that has three legs and is super-friendly. Caitlin brought up animals with only two legs who have to get around on carts. I brought up animals with more than four legs.
Most of the rest of the day and night was djs. And Honk! was wandering about playing "I got the fire" and "when the saints go over there" and a few other things, and some artists painted an improvised pictures as musicians played french horn and clarinet and other instruments. Deki plays electroswing, which is Stella's new favorite genre of music. Deki was a dj, which makes me think he took existing songs and electronicified them. I think it would be way cooler if there was a dj and also a live swing band.
Stella says that she hears marching bands outside her home all the time.
Caitlin is super-impressed that I spelled her name right. She's from Georgia. Atlanta-Georgia, not Tbilisi-Georgia, where there isn't much in the way of public transit and suburbanites have fought tooth and nail against expanding public transit because it might bring crime to the suburbs. In other words, she left the south for a reason. The south isn't a paradise they say it is and I think that left-leaning people who move to places like North Carolina or Georgia expecting to turn the states blue are horribly misguided and all they'll accomplish is giving the republicans more representation in congress.
Which they did here in Arlington back in the seventies, an act for which we in Quincy and Braintree are ever grateful, but then they fucked off to New Hampshire or North Carolina or just died and now we're paying for their mistakes. The Amazing Atheist asked if feminists can comprehend linear time and my retort is that the present is just a culmination of everything that happened in the past.
Her pendant was from Firefly, which is the Vermont equivalent of Burning Man.
A guy had a squid headwrap.
A woman has a red fox tattoo and flowers.
Patricia has never went by the name Trish, while Patty makes her think of a middle aged office worker. Speaking of names, I met another Astrid, along with Abby, Dan, and Becca. In other words, a lot of older women's names have made a resurgence, while men's names remain more or less constant.
Some kids put on a puppet show at the The Happy Stand: Your Ticket to New Utopia - Science! that was nonsensical in the way that kids' plays usually are: "it's dead." and then the girl called up the cat's owner and apologized.
They had a puppy puppet and a raccoon with little hands.
Someone painted red lines between the stars of Cally's Ursa Major tattoo so it looked like a manta ray instead. She traced the Big Dipper with her finger. She also had flower tattoos on her back. She had a rainbow design on her chest and arms.
Anna had a streak of paint on her face. She was super-stoked to get her own page, and by that, I mean she shared it with Caitlin, Rachel, a guy who Nora, and by Nora, I mean anyone from Stella to Astrid (which has nothing to do with stars) to Rachel introduced me to but who's name I promptly forgot because they had to scatter off, and the woman with the red hair and peacock hairpiece and earrings that looked like the head of Belias' staff, rather than sharing the page with Cally and Evelyn. I only drew Evelyn's face.
One guy had pink and blue hair and one guy was made up to look like Groot.
Later, Evelyn or maybe Anna was painted to look like she had a face on her back, because being nearly naked offers very little protection against tigers, despite what certain video games will tell you.
Anna, Cally, and Evelyn were trying to name cartoon dogs. One of them said that Cat-Dog is half-dog so he half-counts. I named Santa's Little Helper and Seymour.
Nora was painted like some sort of Pokemon according to Rachel but not according to Mort, who knows nothing about pokemans. I don't either. I've played for like 20 minutes on my cousin's Game Boy Color. There are Pokemon Go variations with no camera so it saves batteries by not rendering the nearby landscape and it messes up the size of the pokemon.
Mort brought up Game of Thrones and I asked if he's heard of Paula Volsky because they're both in quasi-historical settings and described the White Tribunal as Faust meets the Count of Monte Cristo and Rachel really likes saying the name Faust.
Someone at Mort's school put on Faust Meets Hamlet, and Rachel hoped that it was just Hamlet running around shouting mememememememememe.
Yes, his name is Mort, and he does watch Bob's Burgers.
Across the street from us were a bunch of people dressed in white and we had no idea why but Rachel thought there was a wedding but they're all wearing white which is considered rude in our culture, so maybe it was a mass Scientology wedding.
"Hey, that guy is wearing cream, not white. Kick him out!"
"Maybe they're part of a cult. Or maybe one of those new religions."
I suggested thirteenth day adventism, because having a real world religion based on Final Fantasy XIII would be amazing. Mort suggested Flying Spaghetti Monster.
"They're going to a picnic. There will definitely be Kool-Aid there. That would get on their nice white clothes."
While the Hungry Hungarian and her friend wore white, they weren't part of that group.
Martial arts dancing with Japanese weapons, like a naginata, which is usually an anti-horse weapon but was also hooked so the attacker could twist it and then rip everything out. The woman with green hair danced with a bo staff, which she converted into a spear for her cosplay as an Amazon warrior. The woman with the naginata had a thick tangle of purple and red braids. She wore a Noh mask during the performance.
A woman wore butterfly wings and a pink t-shirt with a rainbow, and bracelets with colorful gems arranged in two concentric circles and a ring that might be a scarab beetle but might be some kind of cicada. Her bag depicted something fairytale-esque with a tattooed shirtless man and a woman in Victorian dress.
There was a man with green hair and I told Rachel that I've never seen so many people with colored hair, that everyone with colored hair in Boston must be here.
Zonetasia featured traffic cones and orange signs saying you're going through a Slo-Mo Zone, a High-Five Zone, and a Silly Walk Zone.
At least Piperi was kind enough to put their hours and Piperi is never open past 4 on Saturdays. Siam Bistro says they're open from 11-10 on Saturday but they were closed. Rachel told me the Financial District shuts down early. I just wish they'd make it more obvious that they weren't open.
Someone told me to always keep a second option in mind, because no, I'm not fine, and if Pauli's is closed, I'd cry. And by that, I would mean I'd cry havoc and let slip the hogs of war. Or whatever farm animal of war, Lana, shut up.
Pauli's was open so I got a chili. I'm going to eat at Siam Bistro one day. They just looked closed for the night, they didn't look closed for the long term and there was no "SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED" sign. I told Rachel that I really like Chili Duck but I'm not walking to the freaking Prudential to get Thai food. We guessed that it's about 2 miles away from the Greenway.
For lunch, I had a vegan chorizo taco with cabbage and habanero hot sauce. By the time I decided to have dinner, the food trucks and tents were dismantling and moving on.
Someone wrote "we are all welcome in America" on the ground near the Welcome Door, which invites you to feel welcome whenever or wherever you didn't.
The Automatic Subconscious Dome is wrapped up in colorful sheets and a rainbow of hanging fronds and there were hanging lamps that react with the sounds of our voices.
I think the woman with the Bob's Burgers tattoos but definitely a bunch of people who were working on the thing were actually going to camp in a tent inside it to keep drunks from climbing on it.
Make a wish on a red card and tie it to the Tabanata Tree. Someone's wish was togetherness in the US and in the world.
The Art Room is where you can pose or you can paint or draw and you can paint while eating a hamburger from Five Guys, but it's hard with a chili.
A guy held a fishbowl with passion flowers floating in water with a light and he had a remote control that changes the color of the light, "they might ferment" "it's like on the simpsons where Lisa drinks the water" "I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!" "hey, do you want to join me for Simpsons Trivia Night?" A guy took a picture of himself holding the fishbowl when the light was in yellow mode.
Before I die, I want to "write on a blackboard (done)" and I imagined him dropping dead right there.
someone wants to know how Game of Thrones ends and someone else wrote "everyone dies"
"Defeat Trump" and everyone put a checkmark next to that one. Some people want to be happy, be mermaids, travel to Asia, fly, learn to surf, love and be loved, jump off a building, make rainbows, spel gud, climb Aconcagua (or you could climb Siula Grande), visit the pyramids, figure out what to write, find a soulmate, be remembered, unite, love themselves unconditionally, ride in a time machine, end AIDS, reattach my head, understand Kant, be a rock star, love deeply, get rich or die trying, make the most out of every day, make/do cool shit, go to costa rica,
Someone wanted to die before he died. I don't know how that works, maybe he dies and comes back to life and then eventually dies for real.
Before I die, I want to see every Shakespeare play and read everything on my to read list.
The woman with red hair had a headpiece that lit up and cycled through colors.
I don't know how to hula hoop. I'm not sure if I'm not moving my hips in the right direction or if I'm not moving hard enough. The woman with blue hair and blue eyebrows had a staff that lit up. Some people had balls that cycled through colors.
There were people carrying Puerto Rican flags. It's entirely possible that whoever wrote "I am Latino but not an immigrant" is Puerto Rican.
There were collaborative acrylic paintings. She drew some swirls of yellow green that I turned into a giant swan, there was a yin-yang and a red sun in the sky and I added a flying saucer over Boston, but it's not abducting or attacking anyone, it's helping the people of Boston throw a sweet rave party. The next one has a hippie pirate, a tree with yellow flowers, a red fish with blue stripes, Ultros, a green flower.
A deep sea ghost bride wandered the greenway as night fell on Boston. Her name is Mairead according to the info.
Peepers not Creepers were these blinking eyes with a sensor so they followed you.
Her mask made her look like something out of Baten Kaitos. She was reading a book made of paper kelp to illuminated fishes.
The Amanita Musicalia had "sing to me" and when you do, the streams of light on the stipe and lamellae change color and pattern. It's too close to the DJ booth for you to notice.
During the dance party, a guy was blowing huge bubbles that occasionally disintegrated and fell down on the heads of dancers. By then, I had no idea where Nora went but there's a picture of her serenading the Amanita Musicalia with her violin so she was probably washing all the paint off and putting her clothes back on, the blonde woman in a denim jacket who danced with me briefly vanished, and only David and Abby, Anna, Cally, and Evelyn, Stella remained.
Although had I known there would be a 20 minute train delay, I'd have stuck around longer.
I mistook David, who wore a neon green fishnet shirt and had a braid, for Steve, a guy I knew in college. I mistook someone dancing with a hula hoop for Abby; she was dressed similar but her hair was different and she was covered in silver body glitter. Then I talked to Abby and the other woman was nearby so I'm like "huh, what?"
A kid told me "you're a good drawer" and gave me a thumbs up.
burning question: why does Ruto have breasts if she's obviously not a mammal?
Brook can't draw, she tells me.
I had time to kill so I went to see the Zodiac Animal Heads. The blue line train I got on was kind of like the missing link between one of the old red line trains or every orange line train and one of the fanky new red line trains.
It was way more crowded than I thought the blue line would ever be. I guess the next stop is the airport but I didn't notice anyone with luggage, but who knows, maybe people don't bring luggage oon airplanes anymore because important things will end up forever lost in airport security limbo. And I've been pronouncing Bowdoin the wrong way my whole life. It's "boh-den." Someone behind me was like "the door knows when you're standing in front of it."
Something tells me there are a lot of Eritreans in Boston. Wikipedia says "nope," but maybe they've been around for a while and they're lumped in with Ethiopians instead.
I was hoping Emily would be at one of the booths. I'm not sure what was going on; there were vendors up the Greenway near Aquarium, there was a carnival at City Hall Plaza.
When I say "the aquarium," I mean the aquarium, when I say "Aquarium," I mean the T station.
Something smelled like larb for seagulls.
The guy behind me at 7-11 discussed the merits of potatoes or twinkies after the apocalypse. Potatoes are more nutritious than twinkies, yes, but you can't live on just potatoes.
In bright yellow polyethylene was written “Nothing’s for keeps. Except that we must keep going. You’ll spend your entire life searching, ok? We all want to belong. So let’s all get along. Make the most, and hope. May this never end.”
There's a set of granite seawall stones and stacked metal platonic and non-platonic solids with colorful lights and misters and a sound system inside of them.
The end of Figment spacewise, or the beginning, depending on which direction you were coming from, was Lo-Fab Greenway Project, which was half a torus made of a wooden mesh. Beyond was Argentine tango dancing.
Halsey Burgund recorded conversations with a dozen people born in the year of the monkey and asked them questions of their beliefs, combined it with music and they're played on a set of eight speakers on a wooded Greenway path.
Add something new to the skyline on a chalkboard. Someone added a dragon, while I added a tower that looks like a giant flower bud. Remember what's important. Love, I guess, and dogs, and watering your flowers, and potaters gotta potate.
Ask the Oracle of Control a question, turn the crank, and receive your answer.
Bender says "FEED ME $!" and "FEED ME MONEY"
Nora Borealis is a member of Glass Mannequins, which is really cool dreamy electronic trip-hop with guitar and violin.
She was not actually at the Make Music Festival. She hasn't been working with Emma lately but she's looking forward to doing so again. I want more violin, viola, and cello. Maybe a version of Trust Fall with Sahin on saxophone. They had an actual glass mannequin there you could draw on; I drew a flower where the head would connect to the neck and someone said the hole in their shoulder was someone's house and the other hole had what looked like a stained glass window and I noticed it had a very prominent butt so I drew Tina Belcher smiling. Someone wrote Addicts Can Recover.
She says that it's hard to record Scubaphone because of all the noises but Glass Mannequins will definitely have an album. They blew a fuse twice because I guess they couldn't handle their awesomeness. The first time this happened, Socrates and Emmanuel wandered over to a Clover that I think I passed by in search of Thai food, but maybe it was a different one, and got some kind of herbal tea, while Nora, Andrew, and I ate frozen blueberries. Andrew knows Nora's name because it's his friend's name backwards except without another A. Andrew has green hair. He's not a musician but once he tried to learn music theory and still couldn't hear the difference. Nora has a ball python named Aleister Crawly.
She introduced herself and the band and I'm like "holy shit" because I didn't recognize her with the hat and sunglasses. She has blue hair but lots of people have blue hair. She plays violin but lots of people play violin, and it follows that there would be people with blue hair who play violin. Some people at FIGMENT even went all the way and had blue eyebrows. I thought one of the people with blue eyebrows was my cousin Carolyn at first.
Dan handled all the sciency aspects of the giant genie's lamp that shoots out fog and lights up when people rub it while the woman with the peacock head decoration and starfish hair clip and octopus necklace handled all the pretty artsy aspects. Dan has a shirt that I thought was a genie's shirt but it was actually a sleeveless ninja shirt meant to protect the wearer from dust storms. He should have had an epic battle with Damion, who was wearing a pirate shirt when he wasn't shirtless. Later on, they had painted poles that lit up like they had fire inside.
Damion says that if dogs were immortal, either the world would have so many dogs that they'd eat all the food or they wouldn't need to eat but they'd be all skin and bones.
A woman has two tattoos of Tina Belcher and a peacock and she had bright red hair and she had a puppy with her.
Someone's t-shirt said "soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr.
A woman wore a tail of peacock feathers and a hairpiece of peacock and pheasant feathers. Peacocks, it seems, are a common motif in New Tens fashion. Peacocks and elephants. The woman at the collaborative mosaic table wore an elephant head pendant. I hope this doesn't jinx us. I mean, the republican party animal should be a mastodon or a wooly mammoth because I have no idea how they're not extinct yet, but no, they continue to limp on. Maybe they've stopped being a party for the rich and the religious and the Cuban emigres and Vietnamese boat people consumed by their fear and hatred of all things left-wing who are all slowly dying out and being replaced (to say this about whites is an oversimplification; the heart of the alt-right, the Republican party's rising stars people born between 1960 and 1980), and they're turning into the party for the angry white men, which I guess means they'll subsume the libertarians and Constitution Party.
Maybe the Libertarians will change in response to this. It seems like Gary Johnson is attracting more potential Hillary voters than he is Trump voters.
Last year's mosaic was a tree, this year's is a sea of faces. The pieces are all made of modeling clay and they're stuck to the board with glue.
There were Google stereotypes and everyone would write something defying the stereotype. Russians are the scariest white people, Hungarians are aliens and weird and they're also Asian and they're definitely not Slavs, Muslims are not terrorists, which is probably the most unexpected autofill ever, Lithuanians are tall and racist and HIV resistant, also they're not slavs, no matter what Google tells you. Latvians are like coconuts while Christians are like pumpkins. The latter isn't some weird robot thing, it's an actual allegory used by actual Christians. Maltese are the best dogs. Not according to me, according to me, the pug is the best. I think the worst things said by racist white people are when they're trying to be nice about other races because they can't be nice without putting someone else down.
Here is the parable of the pumpkin and the hollyhocks from Camp Concentration by Thomas Disch: That spring in the middle of his hollyhocks there grew an intellectual pumpkin. The hollyhocks were beautiful, but he knew the pumpkin would be more useful. It didn't ripen until October, by which time the hollyhocks had already been eaten.
"I'm a hungry Hungarian" a girl in white wrote. I've met a few Hungarians outside my family: Emma, Emma, and the guy with the macaw. She's equally amazed by this.
"I am Iron Man" "I am human and not perfect.' "addicts are people too! We do recover!" "I am confident." "I have a Yale education and I use it for social good." "I am Muslim and I'm obsessed with pokemon go." "I am a feminist and pretty dope."
Somebody who wrote something talked about how Jewish music is always in a minor key.
By night, she projected the google stereotypes on the air intake sculpture, upon which is currently written A TRANSLATION FROM ONE LANGUAGE TO ANOTHER in black-outlined red.
There were bubbles for everyone to play with. The booth featured a bubble cannonade with a spinner covered in bubble wands and some plastic bubbles to bonk your heads on. "No angry way to say bubbles." and "Life is short, chase bubbles." One of the people there had a bunch of Alice in Wonderland themed tattoos and I wonder if she's ever been to Wonderland and how disappointed she was when she found out what was there.
The Waiting Room was a tent with a waiting room underneath, featuring strings of colored lights by nighttime and a carpet and some Highlights magazines and an old CRT TV and a painting of a boy and a clock with a painting of a ship. You can take a number and you can wait for as long as you want.
A girl going into urban planning said that the triangle is the superior form. She loved my t-shirt with God speaking Maxwell's laws in differential form. The boards had words in not only English (love, dream) but in Portuguese (saudade) and Spanish and Chinese and even something in Arabic.
Operand is a tent with a screen and motion sensors and when you stumble upon one of the "boxes," it makes a noise.
Whimsea is a totem of mosaic rocks.
There was a set of cubes placed inside of each other.
Cut Rate Casey Desmond (her name isn't actually Casey, I just thought she was Casey) had pink hair and tattoos of hot air balloons on her arm.
I mistook someone for Kitty Zen; she had a black cat ear headband with feather tufts and angry-eye sunglasses and a black pendant but no tattoos I could see. With her was a woman with purple hair, a hat, a scarf, a lot of pendants.
Rachel isn't a performer, she just dresses like that. Today, her face was painted like a porcelain doll's and had black dots under the eyes, she had spiral earrings and a necklace of blue beads with a My Little Pony pendant, a bunny hairclip, a couple of ribbons and a headband, spiral earrings and a septum piercing, bracelets and stripey fingerless gloves and a ring with googly eyes and a floral fan, a blue Victorian dress.
I showed her my drawing of Gabriella and she said that's a nice name.
Stella, Caitlin, and I took shelter from the sun in the booth for Emergence. At night, the fireflies would light up whenever light hit them and they each had a light sensor so the nearby ones would light up too and they'd display colorful patterns and I think that what color they display depends on how much light they received, but by day, it did nothing.
Stella said botanists are the coolest people in the sciences. I've been hanging around with a lot of veterinary sciences people and they're really cool. When I was in college, a lot of my friends were English or psychology majors.
I told her that I'm more content with being single in the summer.
She knows a cat that has three legs and is super-friendly. Caitlin brought up animals with only two legs who have to get around on carts. I brought up animals with more than four legs.
Most of the rest of the day and night was djs. And Honk! was wandering about playing "I got the fire" and "when the saints go over there" and a few other things, and some artists painted an improvised pictures as musicians played french horn and clarinet and other instruments. Deki plays electroswing, which is Stella's new favorite genre of music. Deki was a dj, which makes me think he took existing songs and electronicified them. I think it would be way cooler if there was a dj and also a live swing band.
Stella says that she hears marching bands outside her home all the time.
Caitlin is super-impressed that I spelled her name right. She's from Georgia. Atlanta-Georgia, not Tbilisi-Georgia, where there isn't much in the way of public transit and suburbanites have fought tooth and nail against expanding public transit because it might bring crime to the suburbs. In other words, she left the south for a reason. The south isn't a paradise they say it is and I think that left-leaning people who move to places like North Carolina or Georgia expecting to turn the states blue are horribly misguided and all they'll accomplish is giving the republicans more representation in congress.
Which they did here in Arlington back in the seventies, an act for which we in Quincy and Braintree are ever grateful, but then they fucked off to New Hampshire or North Carolina or just died and now we're paying for their mistakes. The Amazing Atheist asked if feminists can comprehend linear time and my retort is that the present is just a culmination of everything that happened in the past.
Her pendant was from Firefly, which is the Vermont equivalent of Burning Man.
A guy had a squid headwrap.
A woman has a red fox tattoo and flowers.
Patricia has never went by the name Trish, while Patty makes her think of a middle aged office worker. Speaking of names, I met another Astrid, along with Abby, Dan, and Becca. In other words, a lot of older women's names have made a resurgence, while men's names remain more or less constant.
Some kids put on a puppet show at the The Happy Stand: Your Ticket to New Utopia - Science! that was nonsensical in the way that kids' plays usually are: "it's dead." and then the girl called up the cat's owner and apologized.
They had a puppy puppet and a raccoon with little hands.
Someone painted red lines between the stars of Cally's Ursa Major tattoo so it looked like a manta ray instead. She traced the Big Dipper with her finger. She also had flower tattoos on her back. She had a rainbow design on her chest and arms.
Anna had a streak of paint on her face. She was super-stoked to get her own page, and by that, I mean she shared it with Caitlin, Rachel, a guy who Nora, and by Nora, I mean anyone from Stella to Astrid (which has nothing to do with stars) to Rachel introduced me to but who's name I promptly forgot because they had to scatter off, and the woman with the red hair and peacock hairpiece and earrings that looked like the head of Belias' staff, rather than sharing the page with Cally and Evelyn. I only drew Evelyn's face.
One guy had pink and blue hair and one guy was made up to look like Groot.
Later, Evelyn or maybe Anna was painted to look like she had a face on her back, because being nearly naked offers very little protection against tigers, despite what certain video games will tell you.
Anna, Cally, and Evelyn were trying to name cartoon dogs. One of them said that Cat-Dog is half-dog so he half-counts. I named Santa's Little Helper and Seymour.
Nora was painted like some sort of Pokemon according to Rachel but not according to Mort, who knows nothing about pokemans. I don't either. I've played for like 20 minutes on my cousin's Game Boy Color. There are Pokemon Go variations with no camera so it saves batteries by not rendering the nearby landscape and it messes up the size of the pokemon.
Mort brought up Game of Thrones and I asked if he's heard of Paula Volsky because they're both in quasi-historical settings and described the White Tribunal as Faust meets the Count of Monte Cristo and Rachel really likes saying the name Faust.
Someone at Mort's school put on Faust Meets Hamlet, and Rachel hoped that it was just Hamlet running around shouting mememememememememe.
Yes, his name is Mort, and he does watch Bob's Burgers.
Across the street from us were a bunch of people dressed in white and we had no idea why but Rachel thought there was a wedding but they're all wearing white which is considered rude in our culture, so maybe it was a mass Scientology wedding.
"Hey, that guy is wearing cream, not white. Kick him out!"
"Maybe they're part of a cult. Or maybe one of those new religions."
I suggested thirteenth day adventism, because having a real world religion based on Final Fantasy XIII would be amazing. Mort suggested Flying Spaghetti Monster.
"They're going to a picnic. There will definitely be Kool-Aid there. That would get on their nice white clothes."
While the Hungry Hungarian and her friend wore white, they weren't part of that group.
Martial arts dancing with Japanese weapons, like a naginata, which is usually an anti-horse weapon but was also hooked so the attacker could twist it and then rip everything out. The woman with green hair danced with a bo staff, which she converted into a spear for her cosplay as an Amazon warrior. The woman with the naginata had a thick tangle of purple and red braids. She wore a Noh mask during the performance.
A woman wore butterfly wings and a pink t-shirt with a rainbow, and bracelets with colorful gems arranged in two concentric circles and a ring that might be a scarab beetle but might be some kind of cicada. Her bag depicted something fairytale-esque with a tattooed shirtless man and a woman in Victorian dress.
There was a man with green hair and I told Rachel that I've never seen so many people with colored hair, that everyone with colored hair in Boston must be here.
Zonetasia featured traffic cones and orange signs saying you're going through a Slo-Mo Zone, a High-Five Zone, and a Silly Walk Zone.
At least Piperi was kind enough to put their hours and Piperi is never open past 4 on Saturdays. Siam Bistro says they're open from 11-10 on Saturday but they were closed. Rachel told me the Financial District shuts down early. I just wish they'd make it more obvious that they weren't open.
Someone told me to always keep a second option in mind, because no, I'm not fine, and if Pauli's is closed, I'd cry. And by that, I would mean I'd cry havoc and let slip the hogs of war. Or whatever farm animal of war, Lana, shut up.
Pauli's was open so I got a chili. I'm going to eat at Siam Bistro one day. They just looked closed for the night, they didn't look closed for the long term and there was no "SORRY, WE'RE CLOSED" sign. I told Rachel that I really like Chili Duck but I'm not walking to the freaking Prudential to get Thai food. We guessed that it's about 2 miles away from the Greenway.
For lunch, I had a vegan chorizo taco with cabbage and habanero hot sauce. By the time I decided to have dinner, the food trucks and tents were dismantling and moving on.
Someone wrote "we are all welcome in America" on the ground near the Welcome Door, which invites you to feel welcome whenever or wherever you didn't.
The Automatic Subconscious Dome is wrapped up in colorful sheets and a rainbow of hanging fronds and there were hanging lamps that react with the sounds of our voices.
I think the woman with the Bob's Burgers tattoos but definitely a bunch of people who were working on the thing were actually going to camp in a tent inside it to keep drunks from climbing on it.
Make a wish on a red card and tie it to the Tabanata Tree. Someone's wish was togetherness in the US and in the world.
The Art Room is where you can pose or you can paint or draw and you can paint while eating a hamburger from Five Guys, but it's hard with a chili.
A guy held a fishbowl with passion flowers floating in water with a light and he had a remote control that changes the color of the light, "they might ferment" "it's like on the simpsons where Lisa drinks the water" "I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!" "hey, do you want to join me for Simpsons Trivia Night?" A guy took a picture of himself holding the fishbowl when the light was in yellow mode.
Before I die, I want to "write on a blackboard (done)" and I imagined him dropping dead right there.
someone wants to know how Game of Thrones ends and someone else wrote "everyone dies"
"Defeat Trump" and everyone put a checkmark next to that one. Some people want to be happy, be mermaids, travel to Asia, fly, learn to surf, love and be loved, jump off a building, make rainbows, spel gud, climb Aconcagua (or you could climb Siula Grande), visit the pyramids, figure out what to write, find a soulmate, be remembered, unite, love themselves unconditionally, ride in a time machine, end AIDS, reattach my head, understand Kant, be a rock star, love deeply, get rich or die trying, make the most out of every day, make/do cool shit, go to costa rica,
Someone wanted to die before he died. I don't know how that works, maybe he dies and comes back to life and then eventually dies for real.
Before I die, I want to see every Shakespeare play and read everything on my to read list.
The woman with red hair had a headpiece that lit up and cycled through colors.
I don't know how to hula hoop. I'm not sure if I'm not moving my hips in the right direction or if I'm not moving hard enough. The woman with blue hair and blue eyebrows had a staff that lit up. Some people had balls that cycled through colors.
There were people carrying Puerto Rican flags. It's entirely possible that whoever wrote "I am Latino but not an immigrant" is Puerto Rican.
There were collaborative acrylic paintings. She drew some swirls of yellow green that I turned into a giant swan, there was a yin-yang and a red sun in the sky and I added a flying saucer over Boston, but it's not abducting or attacking anyone, it's helping the people of Boston throw a sweet rave party. The next one has a hippie pirate, a tree with yellow flowers, a red fish with blue stripes, Ultros, a green flower.
A deep sea ghost bride wandered the greenway as night fell on Boston. Her name is Mairead according to the info.
Peepers not Creepers were these blinking eyes with a sensor so they followed you.
Her mask made her look like something out of Baten Kaitos. She was reading a book made of paper kelp to illuminated fishes.
The Amanita Musicalia had "sing to me" and when you do, the streams of light on the stipe and lamellae change color and pattern. It's too close to the DJ booth for you to notice.
During the dance party, a guy was blowing huge bubbles that occasionally disintegrated and fell down on the heads of dancers. By then, I had no idea where Nora went but there's a picture of her serenading the Amanita Musicalia with her violin so she was probably washing all the paint off and putting her clothes back on, the blonde woman in a denim jacket who danced with me briefly vanished, and only David and Abby, Anna, Cally, and Evelyn, Stella remained.
Although had I known there would be a 20 minute train delay, I'd have stuck around longer.
I mistook David, who wore a neon green fishnet shirt and had a braid, for Steve, a guy I knew in college. I mistook someone dancing with a hula hoop for Abby; she was dressed similar but her hair was different and she was covered in silver body glitter. Then I talked to Abby and the other woman was nearby so I'm like "huh, what?"
A kid told me "you're a good drawer" and gave me a thumbs up.
burning question: why does Ruto have breasts if she's obviously not a mammal?
