Erik in ghillie veil
Erik in ghillie veil
Originally uploaded by erikorama.
The bitmapped camo pants.
Halloween at Winchester St.
Annette in Ghillie veil
Originally uploaded by erikorama.
On Halloween Annette and I try to dress up a bit for the kids who come to the house for candy. Annette had these two ghillie veils left over from some project she'd been working on. Hunters use them to hide in the brush. Snipers use them, too. We used them to scare some little kid in a dinosaur outfit. Then I had to go out and buy some camouflage pants to complete the outfits and I got a pair with a bitmapped camo design. Even analog pants have gone digital.
Norwegian flag hat
Tom Peters was recently traveling in Norway and Sweden and he sent me this Norwegian flag winter hat. Which reminds me that I ought to start a hat of the day type of post. He mentions my Norwegian-ness in this post over at tompeters.com.
Red Sneakers
A few weeks ago when all the snow around here melted away (lots more coming tonight), I disovered my old red sneakers lying beside the road, about five houses down from mine.
These sneakers had started out in life as a pair of white Stan Smith tennis sneakers and I had painted them red at some point. (There was that MTV party in NYC back in the day. Either that or a Halloween costume needed red footwear. Since my costumes have now gravitated toward pirate garb--aaarrrgggh!--it was time to retire the sneakers.) I had put them out with garbage one Sunday night last fall. There's an efficient recycling system around here. Put garbage out. And near it put out the things you want to give away and they generally disappear before nightfall.
Didn't work so well this time. Someone must have picked them up as he (she?) was walking along the street and decided a short while later that they weren't what he (she?) had in mind. Oh well. They've since disappeared again, off to the junk heap I imagine.
More Socks
Yesterday's post about socks reminded me of a passage from Anita Shreve's book, The Pilot's Wife, when the protagonist Kathryn is recalling her wedding evening:
"They undress in the firelight. She watches as he pulls his tie to the side, unbuttons his shirt. The way he tugs his belt buckle slightly to release the tongue. He slides his legs from his suit pants. Men's socks, she thinks. If they knew how they looked, they wouldn't wear them."The lesson here for men? Take your socks off before taking off your pants. Or just don't wear socks, name or no name emblazoned on them.
Socks
Just one of those things you'd notice in winter time when you're standing around someone's house in your socks: companies are now printing their name on the top of the sock that's usually inside your shoe. And this one company just doesn't get it. The Thor-lo name reads correctly to me, the person in the socks. But I already know which socks I'm wearing. It seems the point here would be to impress upon those people I'm speaking with the name of my socks. My Levis don't have a label on them where I can read it. It's on the back, where the people following me can read the label.
The folks who make the Bridgedale socks clearly understand this, as witnessed in this second photo. Their name reads correctly to the people standing in front of me looking at me. When they look down to check out my "fabulously stylish" socks, they can easily read Bridgedale right side up.
