Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Wise Cracks

"We just took down all the pictures,” she said, putting down her wineglass.  “The room had always looked fine - a little cluttered, busy, maybe - but not bad.  But with the walls naked, we could see that it hadn’t been painted very well - one coat, none too thorough.  There were spots and smears all over the place.  And cracks, too.  Big fissures and spidercracks behind most of the bigger frames we’d taken down.  Suddenly all those haphazard pictures and mirrors everywhere made sene - they had been hiding the worst smears in the paint and the biggest cracks in the walls.  Things look a lot worse,” she said, “exposed to the naked eye.  And the arrangement that seemed so random really made a lot of sense once we saw the blemishes it was hiding.”

“Yes,” I replied, “plaster can be very unforgiving.” Then we both had another sip of wine.

Are we in a punny mood today?

Wine-cracks..perhaps

when they’re YOUR cracks and fissures and lousy spackle jobs, they’re ok. you can look at them and say to yourself “oh yeah, remember when the shelves used to be there?” or “I forgot about that big old mirror that we used to have hanging there - too bad it broke” and it’s sort of a living history, etched in plaster.

when it’s someone ELSE’S patch job, you sneer and say “that blows. I totally wanted to hang a picture right there, but now we have to hang it HIGHER so we don’t screw up their lazy plaster work and plus, you don’t want that crap to show - blech!”

There is no great genius without some touch of madness. by free texas hold em