merry gum round

Why is it so hard to get the gum in the can? I mean, the thought and intention is there, but it just seems so half-assed.

Blue on yellow, yellow on blue

Blue on yellow, yellow on black asphalt, actually...

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/14/world/europe/14muswell.html

Well, yeah sure I know it's called "Street Gum" but I don't discriminate when it comes to Roof Gum!

Butt-teeth...

Kind of like a sticky banana peel.

It must take a singular focus to attach your used gum to the outside of a trash can instead of going the extra 3" to the actual opening.

What's with the dead birds? I don't think it had much to do with gum...wasn't there an old Pigeons eating Alka Seltzer urban myth? I guess dead birds and old gum just look cool to me.

Ok, perhaps a little hyper-real version of gum as sunrise.

Walking around Brooklyn took me to the house where I grew up (at least one of the many) and the 7th Ave. subway stop that took me to school each morning. This is on the stairway going down into the depths and I suppose the yellow line is so you don't miss the stairs altogether. Perhaps there is ancient gum buried under layers of yellow MTA paint.

I know I am supposed to be doing this (posting) more often, but this is after all, blobs of gum on the street. Then again, the very mundane-ness of it all forces me to find things that interest at least me ( I can't speak for anyone else!). Perhaps the sheer amount of gum blobs just seems overwhelming? At least this was a cool passing shadow as the clouds cleared.

I was wondering what came first: the gum or the antifreeze? Was a smoker going for a hole in one in cigarette flicking? Something I might do is to try and discard my used oral castoff into a disgusting pool of old antifreeze...but that's just me.

My one irrational fear is stray voltage arcing to manhole covers. Yes it does happen, but I have a better chance of being hit by lightening. I still avoid the things, though.

High noon, where is Gary Cooper?