how very nice! I virtually bumped onto a friend online!
I was just updating a presentation on teaching for an undergraduate class, and I found a photo to use... and who was it by ? @chendricks for a #DS106 daily create! ...Attributed with pleasure!
@whknott
Tall fellow: "You'd think it would look clean, or shiny, or something after it rains."
Short fellow to the left: "You would."
"I still don't get what it means."
"Neither do I! You know what I hate about civic art installations?"
"That you don't get them?"
"No—"
"That they're too expensive?"
"How much went into... Is it supposed to be a rat? Some kind of statement about urban decay and urban gentrification? You could build a small building from the steel. No, it's not that, or the expense."
"What then?"
The taller fellow finally walks under the titanic structure that straddles main street, then swats liquid off the shoulder of his suit jacket. "It's that the monstrosity drips rust after it rains."
@whknott
The junkyard on Rigel 3 was incredible, but after 20 minutes Jake never imagined that there was so much stuff in once place that he didn’t want, and he was a thief. What he did want was parts for a K8 series Naugum unit. The originals were made on Wolf 359; you couldn’t buy new ones anymore and you couldn’t find parts, that’s why he was here. M27s, Green45s, Laugerts, but no K8s. Then Jake rounded an isle and there it was, a K8 in almost pristine condition; just a few scratches that wouldn’t need restoration, probably discarded by some filthy rich general. He smiled and said, “Oh yeah, time to steal a planet.”
The twins were still behind me, bits of burnt cellocard and carbonized grit swirling between them from the flaming rubble lining the street. Their weapons dangled as they walked, swaying slightly between every heavy footstep. There was no going back.
Ahead, only the tank, crouched on thick tracks, claws dangling from worn pins. Its diesel made the body panels vibrate. It looked down at me.
I held up the switch with the wire running to my backpack.