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They got you for littering. Cake crumbs, broken bits of glazed sugar, bite-sized pieces of scrumptious donuts. Hansel and Gretel in reverse. But by all the laws of physics -- and verifiable by any Bureau of Weights & Measures -- littering with lipid-drenched pastry products is a substantially more serious crime than littering with chalk dust. (Which has next to no nutritional value at all.)
"Chalkupation," I love that.
Makes me think of these guys:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/24/arts/design/24abroad.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0
.....“No art was present” in that action, he went on. “It meant a change in the everyday life of everyday people. It didn’t take place in a gallery or museum, it just happened. Like love. You don’t reason why. It just is.”
Ztohoven’s work has a larger context, in other words. It belongs to a history of Czech literary and artistic mystification and sly, deadpan humor that is the expression of a small, underdog nation dominated for generations by outsiders, one after another. “The Good Soldier Svejk,” by Jaroslav Hasek, the famous Czech novel that is the masterpiece of this genre, tells of an idiot Candide, a hopeless orderly whose humanity throws into contrast a decaying empire.
“The Czech hero was no longer the nobleman but the poor, simple creature,” Mr. Knizak said about “Svejk,” “not Don Quixote but Sancho Panza.” The book, it seems, even gave rise to a droll verb: “Because of the past, Austria, communism, fascism, someone always stepping on our necks, we have had no choice except to Svejk around,” Roman Tyc said about the general Czech psyche...."
P.S. Edit to Add:
A soundtrack. Just heard a song which has these lyrics, “Sometimes when I wake up, and I'm wondering
how my life would have been if I didn't sing. I get a little stressed out. Every now and then
But problems come and problems go….something, …. something…. …the reason why I sing.”
Goofy lyrics but good beatz n riddims.
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