Thursday, June 26, 2014

Summer Shorts & Sums

'Sum Times' by Aakash Nihalani

'Sum Times' detail by Aakash Nihalini

My mother, irate over a discrepancy on her credit card statement, phoned me.

Seems she was hit with a hefty auto repair bill, and 'outraged' by the amount, managed to convince her mechanic to cut her a break.

But instead of crediting her account $25.00, he added that sum to the total, overcharging her $50.00, so she said.

"Fifty dollars?... I thought he owed you twenty-five."

"He did!"... but by the time she finished venting, even with a calculator, I couldn't get her numbers to add up.

The more confused I got, the more frustrated she became, until exasperated, she blurted out... "Forget it!... You were never any good with math." And added... "Do you remember the time your father and I hired a tutor to help you with Algebra? You didn't get Algebra. Come to think of it, you didn't get Geometry either."

Or basic math apparently, but 'sum' times we don't need 'sum' one to remind us of our inadequacies. 'Sum' things are easily recounted all on their own.

'Exit' by Aakash Nihalani

View Street Artist Aakash Nihalani's latest work here, his video here, and an interview here.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Summer Shorts & Tee(n)s


I stood waiting...

for the 10:54 AM train out of Ardsley to Center City Philadelphia.



I noticed...

two girls (age sixteen or seventeen) seated, waiting for the train.

Teen A:  wore hot pink sneakers, denim shorts, hot pink tee and short blonde hair.

Teen B: wore black sneakers / blue laces, denim shorts, light blue tee,  a matching cell phone case, and long, dark brown hair.

I overheard...

A:  Did you get a new bra?

B:  Yeah.

A:  You're not 'boob'raging. (meaning...?)
     Are you wearing make-up?

B:  I am. I'm wearing it all day.
     Did you shave your legs?

A:  I have to every day. 
     I always miss this part (pointing behind her knee).
     I don't know why.
     I forget everything.
     Are you going to college?

B:  Haven't decided yet.

A:  Maybe I'll go to Montco (Community College) and then a good college.

B:  Yeah. I want to go to Montco too.

A:  I want to be a surgeon.

B:  Me too. I want to go into medicine.
     Not a surgeon, maybe a doctor.

A:  Oh, maybe you can be my assistant.

I thought...

"Heaven help us"... as we boarded the 10:54.