We were heading to the burbs. Organizers have nicknames for everything. All work cars were burbs, named after a fleet of Chevy Suburbans donated to nonprofits like ours in the 70s. I had parked my burb (a two-door Focus nicknamed KITT) far from the office, across from Robert E Lee Park and past Hall and Sale. My friend, and today my manager, Amanda would be riding with me. We were talking—nothing memorable. I don’t even remember what about.
Her eyes looked past me. “Hey, hey!” she shouted. She ran, jumping up and down and waving her arms. She paused, watching a car turn the corner.
“What was that?”
“It was one of those Google cars.”
People have done crazy stuff in front of Google’s Street View cameras. They’ve streaked, flashed, robbed, urinated, and even staged a fake murder. And they’ve done jumping jacks trying to catch viewers’ attention, desperately shouting with actions and words “I am here.”
(Picture is a screenshot of MapSkip, an education tool where students can map their narratives and pictures on a GoogleMaps-powered interface)
This guy was defending a kiosk of concert posters in Deep Ellum.
I am not willing to die for this JOB! The first thoughts that happen to pop into my head after the lock down at my elementary school.
I've been through the streets of Dallas. So many times, yet when I pass those streets. I remember my childhood.
On boring things
My sable brush and pink ballet slippers...pas de deux this weekend.
Sunday, I learned that I am taller than a Samurai. Right there in the Kimbell, my world shifted....
Lines, marks on a page across the century I became his lover again. There wharves, buildings, lap of water in black and white. Here, my warmed heart.
"Lead Foot" young masters' art, stopped us in our tracks at Dallas Art Museum today on our way in to see Hopper's drawings.