Saturday, December 23, 2006
inflatable paragraph
Thin crescent of a waxing moon. Vague memories of past December skies, crystal cold skies. I don't like these inflatable decorations crowding so many lawns this year. The first time you see a reindeer carousel or the Santa Jack-in-the-box it's cute. Then you see another, & another. You hear the air pumps. My favorite house decorations are strings of lights, lots of them, chaotically draped, taped & tacked to porches, eaves, around windows, bushes & trees. The less planning the better. Because if you try to color coordinate or get artsy, it won't be anything at all, might as well just stick single electric candles in every window. The inflatables are below kitsch, they're worst than cheese,. They're lazy. Unless you attach one to your roof. Then it's OK.
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"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
The inflatable lawn decorations are simply lazy, lazy, lazy. I fail to understand people who buy a McMansion with the big atrium foyer and the bridal staircase, so that ONE day in their lives they can watch their daughter descend in her wedding dress, who think they're living in an "elegant" house, then put a fucking giant inflatable Santa on their lawn. Not to mention that in the morning, all these inflatable Santas are deflated and collapsed on people's lawns, like so many mall Santas passed out the morning after a bender at a karaoke bar.
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