9.02.2009

I Believe in the Blue Tub.



I love so many things about polite paper commands. I love how they reflect the nature of institutional life -- small amounts of distributed power, some measure of disagreement regarding norms, attempts to temper demands with human kindness. Desperation. Hope.

I love thinking about what would happen to this sign if someone *really* moved the blue tub? Like to a different room? Or stole it?

I love wondering how long the sign would remain.

I love imagining the younger readers who would encounter it in such a situation. Blue tub? They'd read. And I love imagining them peering up and down the hall curiously and then wondering whether to attribute this "blue tub" to the category of metaphor, theory, folk tale or religion. *Grown-ups* they'd mutter to themselves, and shake their heads.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Okay, so I'm not tellng you who I am again, but let me just say, that when I saw this photo, I was hoping, No ... hoping is not strong enough of a word, but I'm too tired to think of a better one ... anyway, let's just say that it took me back to my younger days to a place that I call "My white trash swim club".

Sorry your blog wasn't about that.

Real. Angry. Friend.