It’s autumn officially: the morning air is
more refrigerator than oven; it’s still
dark at 5:45; and when I open my south-facing garage door, Orion is right in
front of me, looking over his shoulder at the recently Harvest, now waning
gibbous, moon.
dark at 5:45; and when I open my south-facing garage door, Orion is right in
front of me, looking over his shoulder at the recently Harvest, now waning
gibbous, moon.
My
son is embarrassed to be driving my uncool little gray Prius, but he
manages to get over the feeling at least once a day. Today he’s taking it to
school so that he can leave right away for his after-school internship at ASU.
Parking is tight at the college, and at the beginning of the semester he
received a GIMME BREAK CARD warning ticket for parking in the absence of
a meter, an understandable mistake since they had been removed just the
week before. Yesterday, however, he found several notices of a different sort
stuck in the windshield and shared them with me. I'll do the same here, for
together they are microcosms of the good and evil mood swings of society.
One requires censorship, which I'll attempt with a symbol indicating "shocking."
Here's the first note:
manages to get over the feeling at least once a day. Today he’s taking it to
school so that he can leave right away for his after-school internship at ASU.
Parking is tight at the college, and at the beginning of the semester he
received a GIMME BREAK CARD warning ticket for parking in the absence of
a meter, an understandable mistake since they had been removed just the
week before. Yesterday, however, he found several notices of a different sort
stuck in the windshield and shared them with me. I'll do the same here, for
together they are microcosms of the good and evil mood swings of society.
One requires censorship, which I'll attempt with a symbol indicating "shocking."
Here's the first note:
g's make the last word into a pejorative. Why? Had my son taken (and paid for)
the last available spot? Did the antisocial individual simply disapprove of hybrid
vehicles, or perhaps my peace frog window sticker? I think someone needs yoga.
On the other hand, look what the next visitor left.
Apparently there are people who visit the parking areas and, in an offering
of good will, put small amounts of money in the meter or pay boxes. Here they
noticed the directed act of boorishness and enclosed the fee in the envelope
(my son's time was just about up) along with this note,
(my son's time was just about up) along with this note,
which says, "You are the recipient of a random act of kindness. Enjoy and smile!
Cheers from all of us in Dr. Sarah Tracy's COM 494 Com & the Art of Happiness."
I looked up Dr. Tracy's communications class. Among its goals are to investigate
how and why images are culturally important and to understand when images
successfully communicate and when they don't. I give them an A.
successfully communicate and when they don't. I give them an A.
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