Coincidence and synchronicity always leave me feeling strange. They make me feel like I'm being poked at by a cosmic smart-ass, an omniscient, playful prankster that sticks his foot out when I'm walking down the corridor of life.
Several months back I ordered an inexpensive screen printing kit from an art store. I had the idea that it would be fun for my 9 year old son and I to make t-shirts with some cool stuff printed on them. I searched online for high contrast images that I could use, I polished them up with some imaging software and I showed them to my son before printing them to a transparency. The first picture was one of writer Jack Kerouac
and the other was of the 60s icon Twiggy.
When I showed them to my son he was unimpressed, He didn't know who those people were and he didn't care. He told me to keep searching.
The next day I went into work. I work in a warehouse and look after inventorying office furniture that we store for corporate clients. I was telling my coworker the Jack And Twiggy story, and how my son responded to my choices. My friend laughed and said that the kid probably wants a picture of Sponge Bob.
20 minutes later I was pulling furniture from the racking, I had a skid that was full of freestanding sets of drawers, what we in the office furniture business call peds. the peds were old and used, they had been inventoried but not properly specified and bar-coded. I always clean the contents out of the drawers so that when I ship the ped out someone doesn't receive a bonus rotten banana or a pair of smelly shoes. When I opened the bottom drawer I found a photograph of Jack Kerouac lying on a bunch of loose papers, It wasn't a copy of the one that I found for printing, it was one of Jack standing shirtless, on a beach.
I have these strange experiences all of the time, I imagine that most people do. It's as if the universe is keyed into you and you into it. It's like underlying everything there is a force of playful humour at work.
Several months back I ordered an inexpensive screen printing kit from an art store. I had the idea that it would be fun for my 9 year old son and I to make t-shirts with some cool stuff printed on them. I searched online for high contrast images that I could use, I polished them up with some imaging software and I showed them to my son before printing them to a transparency. The first picture was one of writer Jack Kerouac
and the other was of the 60s icon Twiggy.
When I showed them to my son he was unimpressed, He didn't know who those people were and he didn't care. He told me to keep searching.
The next day I went into work. I work in a warehouse and look after inventorying office furniture that we store for corporate clients. I was telling my coworker the Jack And Twiggy story, and how my son responded to my choices. My friend laughed and said that the kid probably wants a picture of Sponge Bob.
20 minutes later I was pulling furniture from the racking, I had a skid that was full of freestanding sets of drawers, what we in the office furniture business call peds. the peds were old and used, they had been inventoried but not properly specified and bar-coded. I always clean the contents out of the drawers so that when I ship the ped out someone doesn't receive a bonus rotten banana or a pair of smelly shoes. When I opened the bottom drawer I found a photograph of Jack Kerouac lying on a bunch of loose papers, It wasn't a copy of the one that I found for printing, it was one of Jack standing shirtless, on a beach.
I have these strange experiences all of the time, I imagine that most people do. It's as if the universe is keyed into you and you into it. It's like underlying everything there is a force of playful humour at work.
1 comment:
Wow—very cool. I LOVE when things like this happen. As you say—"It's as if the universe is keyed in." How very interesting. It almost gave me chills.
You know, for some reason I thought I read every one of your posts so far. But I guess I had not gone backward from the first time I visited your blog—which is when you posted the next time after this one—"Remembering a Summer Bikeride". But, I have read every single one since. I know I must have at least scrolled down, for I remember seeing this photo of you and I remember noticing that there were only a few posts when I discovered your blog, which told me you were new to blogging.
Well, anyway, I've read it now. why do you suppose that photograph was in that drawer? I mean, other than the universe speaking to you or playing tricks on you. I mean, why would anything be in any of the drawers? Is the storage for used furniture that people may have left things in?
Even if I had not known who was in the picture, I would have been happy to find such a photo. It's a very cool picture. I love black and whites. And I LOVE vintage photos. Have you read his work at all? Are you fan?
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