The Ridiculousness of Everyday Life

Teflon is frictionless.

My blogging is meticulous.

iPads are frivolous.

Life in San Francisco is ridiculous.

Salty ice in liquid form lapping up against Tomales point.

Hung like two horses.

Steinbeck’s children.

The Cliffs of Despair.

Carcass.

Burj.

Verdant spillage.

Lady of the shrubbery.

Life finds a way.

Red door.

Trustworthy sandwich ad.

Backhoe.

Wave them like you just don’t care.

Our neighborhood construction crew works under tight tolerances.

Thumbs up.

A lovely landing.

Loaves, fresh from the uterus.

Misty moods.

Makeshift torii.

Goodbye, my old friend.

Postal parking.

Chips.

Well, I may be trespassing.

Warnings.

Step on your mother’s back, break Jameson on a crack.

Sea foam trim.

Flaccid spout.

Pole.

Grand View path.

Flowers at the top of the world.

Steps.

Mr. Rogers’s Neighborhood.

Modest.

Street toilet.

Lassoed pipe.

Enthusiastic Space Jam roadkill.

[SFX: Studio audience laugher.]