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Beer Battered Fries

nerve impulse from the anatomy coloring book

 


“I was employed as a house painter to do faux-painting in Mel Gibson’s home . . . I believe it was Braveheart that was making Mel Gibson a ton of money at that time, which for us meant we could dedicate entire days to making a new door look old. Working with a large variety of media on a window pane in the closet of the guardhouse, I got to thinking that someone could have a nervous breakdown in there some day. Such a breakdown could prompt the afflicted individual to spend a lot of time staring at some insignificant portion of paint, eyes glued to a random set of details. For faux-painting to sustain its effect, a viewer must not partake in any isolated or protracted viewing; it is meant for glancing, not looking.”

Frances Stark, from her artist’s talk: “Scared to Death” (ÔCollected Writings: 1993-2000. (Oakland: Book Works. c. 2003.))


 

M: I wish I could drop down to a deeper layer with you, Gwynn. I wish I could see what’s hiding beneath those dangling rhinestones.

G: It’s just a hole, Mark. A hole through my earlobe. It’s been there since I was nine or ten, when I got them pierced.

M: I don’t think you’re getting me. I want to meet you in another dimension. I want to see the real you.

G: What do you want to know? Like I said, I’m a nurse. I can monitor people’s blood flow and heartbeat, count their breaths and brainwaves from another room. From another building, even. I love Andy McDowell, because I’ve been told I look a lot like her. I mean, people tell me that all the time. I like seafood.

M: Telling me what you eat doesn’t bring me any closer. We’re still in the rhinestones.

G: Well, these are my flashiest earrings. I hope you don’t think they’re tacky. You said we were going out to a nice place.

M: I like this restaurant, because it’s well lit. I hate the dark.

G: Yeah well, I’m no vampire. But my makeup looks a lot better at Applebees. (Laughs)

M: Applebees doesn’t serve food. They serve faux food.

G: You’re kind of a snob, then. What do they call that? A foodie?

M: I’m not a foodie. Ask me another question.

G: What do you think of beer-battered fries?

M: Ask me something else.

G: What’s your favorite color?

M: Glass.

G: Now, Mark, glass is not a color. Glass has no color.

M: Glass appears green, doesn’t it? It manifests as green, even if it has no color.

G: Isn’t rhinestone glass? I think it is. Actually, glass can be all kinds of colors.

M: Let’s argue about glass later. We should order. What are you in the mood for?

G: I’m going with the beer-battered fries.

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