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Stepford Wife Street

Just watched “Altman.” A surprisingly good documentary about Robert Altman on Hulu, where I spend most of my life watching late night talk shows to pass my 50s.

And I realized, when it was over and had affected me like a good film will, that I live on a Stepford Wife Street, in a Tornado Alley (and not just metaphorically), in a life I don’t remember heading toward, and I don’t remember who I am. But it made me want to be reminded.





I was sad the day someone stuck a name tag on her tagged with the work “CRACK” on it, even though they stuck it right where you’d put a name tag.  But the next week the name tag was gone.  Self maintaining graffiti art in Austin, TX.