Andrewthefox

Brush, brush, brush, brush.  The sound of a paintbrush on cardboard is soothing.  A song from the Wizard of Oz is playing in my head.  "Brush, brush here, brush, brush there, la la la la la..."     The green glitter paint--around $4 a bottle at Cliffs Variety--is more transparent that I had hoped.  One stroke leaves a dark green, two makes it a lighter green and spreads the color out, and a third exposes the brown of the cardboard.  As it dries, the brown from the cardboard begins to resurface.  How frustrating.  Rather than continuing feel frustrated, an opportunity is taken to zen out and let my body go on autopilot.  The green will cover

The air is warmer than in was expected to be.  The gateway to the underground train at the Castro station is very grey.  Grey walls, grey floors, grey railing, and even a view of the grey tracks one floor below.  Even the security doors—which allow passage to the underground train—are a dark shade of grey.  The only colors besides gray exist on posters plastered throughout the station.  What posters are up now?  Before me, behind the recycling bin full of newspapers, is a poster for the newest hit musical, The Scottsboro Boys.  The poster depicts five black men looking upward into the distance.  Four are sitting down, while one man