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This site is a little project that lets me make fun of some things and sense of others. I use it to think a little more relationally without resorting to doing actual math.
…or gruesome psychedelic-pattern wallpaper, for that matter…
under the top layer of paint on the mona lisa is a map to fountain of youth. or some gold. something, i dunno.
In our apartment we can see some amazing things. first off, part of it was covered in wallpaper at some point. instead of tearing it off, people painted over it. this happened pre-1950s, because we can see the layer of 50s-esque green paint over it. We had to sign a waver saying we won’t lick our walls due to the lead based paint. It is quite fun.
Under the paint was linoleum. Yeah. the stuff you’re supposed to put on the floor, it was on the wall.
It had this tar-paper backing, and had been stuck to the wall with some kind of glue that had petrified over the years. Under that was a layer of ancient plaster than had been slopped thickly onto solid wood planks. Almost three inches thick, and eight inches wide, the planks fit together with tongues and grooves, and my uncle speculated they had been harvested from barges back in the day, when it was cheaper to just keep building new barges up-river than try to do a return trip with them once they’d hit this end of the water-shed.
I had to mud, and mud, and mud that wall, until the old tar paper and nicotine-stained plaster stopped leeching color through to the surface. But now the wall is smooth and beautiful, and you don’t hardly notice that the base board is pieced together from splintered scraps.
And that’s what happens when you try to fix the plumbing in your rental yourself.
I like this!
As history progresses more lies are painted in to it because winners always write history and the achievements or sorrows of some are forgotten or simply erased.
I guess it should be discrete line, with steps…
The paper on my desk at work is analogous. As in geology, there are strata, with the oldest stratum being at the bottom, actually resting upon the desk surface, and the newest at the top.
About every three months I have to come in on a Saturday and have a little geologic event on my desk, which sounds a lot smuttier than it actually is.
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