papazan
Posted on Thursday, June 25th, 2009 at 12:51 pmEllen: Not far from where I’m living is a giant papazan chair. It is very imperial. And today, in preparation for this post, I went over, shot some photos, and knocked on the door. I wanted to ask the owners if you could bike over with your bud and photograph yourselves sitting in this huge papazan chair. No one was home. But I did get the address. 
There were several packages waiting at the door for someone to come home and collect them. But no one answered my first knock or my second. Of course, as I had my camera for the chair, I decided I might as well shoot these cement chinese guard dogs because, well, they’re just as imperial as the chair, thought not quite as grand.
Doesn’t all this sound terribly exciting? Doesn’t it make you just want to drop what you’re doing? Don’t you just want to run to the shed, fiddle with the lock, grab your bike, don our helmet, and peddle like mad nearly as far as you’ve ever peddled before just to see this HUGE – am I not right? – HUGE papazan chair sitting in the sun in the florida town where you, Ellen Foley, live and were born and found happiness? Huh? Don’t you? Just a little? A teeny bit? A weenzy bit? A microscope bit? An atomic bit? A subatomic bit?
Hey I’ve found some other cool stuff too, you know. You might be interested. Really. For instance, there is a Goodwill or Salvation Army or Thrift store on South Orange Avenue with all sorts of cool stuff in it.
A Foosball Table. Yes. A Foosball table. Cheap. In fact, there were three! AND on the way there you have to pass something, I think, is really cool, another thing just to go see, another thing to get on your bike, with your bud, and look for, another REAL photo opportunity. What is it? An old english double decker bus. Like right out of Harry Potter. Really. Just down from the hospital, the ORHS hospital, you know, where your mom works. Hey. FYI I am more fun than Adventure Quest. Really. I’ve tried it. And I know I’m more fun than that. Come on. Tell me I am. Please. I’ll pay you. Papi$an
My Most Exhausted Dear: Oh, yeah, in that last post you sent me, the one that disappeared, the one I never got, but know so much about, in that post I think you said something about sending me pictures of stuff, like I don’t know what, crazy stuff, like grave stones and wildflowers and other wierd things only you could imagine would make an interesting photograph until you actually make it a photograph and it then IS obviously interesting and imaginative and special even to someone who isn’t related to you and waiting and waiting and waiting to hear from you. Your Genetic Twin
Ellen: I am having a little computer trouble tonight. That last post you sent me, the really L-O-N-G one, just disappeared. You know, the one where you were telling me about what you did with Mattie today, what you’ve been reading, when you plan to post your revised version of Blood on the Blog, how you’ve been thinking of also posting all the lyrics to the HIM songs you like, how you’ve also been thinking of writing some really intellectual criticism of the lyrics you find really disgusting, how happy you are I’m not there hovering over you, demanding you entertain me with a joke, or a dance, or a juggling act, how you’ve gone on Ebay and found a cute serviceable long bow for less than $10 and a few arrows, all for under $25 total shipped, and how you plan to stack a huge mountain of old tree limbs against the wall on the duplex property and shoot arrows at them for about a million years, or at least until the next ice age when the dinosaurs return to roam the earth … you know the post I’m talking about? It must have got lost on the internet, because I never got it. Would you mind? Please, send it again. Papiosaur
You mean tomorrow!?
Thats cool. I’ll have to check it out next time i’m over there.