I’ll be the first to admit that our Coffee Night shenanigans can get outta hand. The near-total abandonment of civil ‘norms’ is what caused me to start calling it the Poor Man’s Algonquin Table, after all. Besides the farting (TJ) and the inappropriate touching (TJ!) and the utterly disgusting, gut-churning things some people say (TJ– oh wait, that’s me), we also like to play with things. Sometimes, we take pictures. Enjoy.
mmm… how’s that smell?
finger food!
still tender
why does this one bother me so?
ahhh… foot butter…
SQUISHY! squish squish squish!And, finally, I’d like to introduce you to…
the pickle skier!
No, I don’t really understand ‘why’ either. That’s ok. It’s all part of a process. What process? Hm, howzibout “the process of transformative context, via the mechanism of cognitive dissonance – interruption of normal, expected narratives in the actions (lives) of common objects (such as food) brings new insights and discoveries; to the meanings of the objects, the relationship with the viewer and most especially to the world around us”…
Of course, I could be talking out my ass. Maybe we are just playing with our food. Ya know, either way…
-BRP
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