This last Friday afternoon I was feeling poorly and had to leave work early. I made my way to the Marlboro offramp getting onto the M1 South and was surprised to meet a long queue of cars, hardly moving. Well maybe not surprised. After all, who the hell knows what the highway looks like at 3pm. Anyway. Eventually things started to move again and I discovered that the back-up had something to do with a very large construction vehicle that Metro Police officers appeared to be ushering back onto the back of a very large flatbed truck. The construction vehicle was enormous. Not quite Discovery channel, freakshow enormous, but huge. I really have no idea what happened but I like to think that the construction vehicle (I guess it was a bulldozer, but I don’t really know, the eight year old version of me probably knows) broke free and ran amuck on the highway.
Whatever happened, it reminded me of the Joel Sternfeld photo Exhausted Renegade Elephant.
Even if you don’t care much for the renegade construction vehicle theory, I appreciated the weirdness of living in Johannesburg right now: that this happened and didn’t really seem to surprise anyone. In the same way that while it was undeniably weird that there was a tiger on the loose this last week (or was it the week before?), it didn’t seem all that surprising.
Levis has some new marketing thing. New bands covering old songs etc. Here we have the Dirty Projectors covering “I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine” from John Wesley Harding by Bob Dylan. Dave Longstreth makes for a pretty decent stand in for the man himself.
You gotta pony up some Details so that the Levis marketing folks can let you know about the latest advances in pants technology. And curiously you can only choose from about 10 countries. I chose Mexico.
There were dozens of black swans, with a handful of white ones, in the canal next Ankerklause. I was under some assumption that black swans are rare, but I guess that isn’t the case. I didn’t have a camera with me at the time and I didn’t even think that I should at the very least bring one along the next time. Of the photo’s I took in Berlin there are many that I’m kind of indifferent to now, but I regret not taking a photo of those black swans. I liked them. I guess I had Sunset Rubdown on the brain.