Fun-A-Day Exhibit!

See all of the amazing artwork people created for Fun-A-Day. Trust me, I look like an amateur compared to these artists!

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HOURS
Friday, 7-10
Saturday, 2-6
Sunday, 2-5

WHERE
The Mr. Roboto Project
5106 Penn Avenue, 15224

I hear there will be cookies. Cookies are important.

-s.

Fun-A-Day, Days 30 & 31.

Day 30.

 But I don't want to get married.

Day 31. Last day!

YOUR QUOTE HERE.

Holy shit, I did it.

-s.

Fun-A-Day, Days 28 & 29

 Day 28

stretched in the sun
liquid slivers of light
dripping hot onto my back

Day 29

Put the fireflies to bed
and come dance with me!

Fun-A-Day, Days 26 & 27

Day 26.

My earth is an egg

And I am the yolk.

I hate eggs.

Day 27. 

I'm not anything.

Fun-A-Day, Days 22, 23, 24 and 25.

Day 22

I spend way too much time wishing I was somewhere else.

Day 23

Anticipating the end was worse than the actual end.

Day 24

I want to write. I do. I feel the words sloshing around my skull like so much garbage.

Day 25

Miss Muffet was pre-menstrual
About bugs and such
And when she saw one
She went nuts.

s.

Fun-A-Day, 21

Ten more days to go! I can do this! Maybe. Sort of. Running out of ideas...

When I'm rich, I'm going to buy Converse All-Stars in every color, so that my shoes always match my shirt.

Fun-A-Day, 20

I'm not the consolation prize for the girl you love and can't have. Fuck you.

Fun-A-Day, 19

Wow, tedious. I cannot cut a perfect circle with scissors to save my life. This is yet another poem that includes information about food I hate. I actually have TWO poems about how much I hate eggs. I'm a woman of intense opinions- at least about food.

Taste Aversions

I was hungry.

I didn’t want a burrito.

I hate burritos.

you see, in the fifth grade, I went to the new girls’ house for dinner. Her name was Megan [redacted]. Her mother made burritos. It was the first time I ever ate one. Mrs. Kunkle [redacted] undercooked the meat and I got food poisoning and was sick for three days. Now I can't eat Mexican food. It makes me ill. I found out in Introduction to Psychology that this is called taste aversion. At least it has a name.

Anyway, I hate burritos.

I didn’t buy a burrito.

I bought those little mini-doughnuts

and a pack of Marlboros

because I collect the miles.

For 25,000 miles you can get a regulation size pool table.

Fun-A-Day, 18

I have an unusual craving for liquid soap.

Fun-A-Day, 16 and 17

Day 16. 

Half-way there. Running out of steam, ideas, motivation.

you with your perfect teeth

like piano keys to play the

music of your words

since you took mine away

 Day 17.

This one was a total pain in the ass.

it hurts to watch you

a small star of

agonizing euphoria

-s.

Fun-A-Day, 15

Out of the woods! Then work kicked my ass. Updating as quick as I can.

she eats blue passionflowers, leaves the edges
marked
with that gold lipstick of hers-
reminds her of a plate glass window from
heaven.

-s.

Fun-A-Day, 14

I finally used my lions!

My heart roars.

 -s.

Fun-A-Day, 13

I'm in the woods and don't have much access to the interwebs. I would, but my phone is a piece of shit that won't hold a charge. This is a silly collage, fun to make. Finding a plastic cow turned into my white whale.

The cow jumped over the moon
knocked it out of the sky
and now it's hot. 

-s.

Drunk Pictures: South Beach Edition.

I like beer. A lot. I realized recently that when I drink, I take photos of SUPER random shit. It's like drunk me is leaving little bread crumbs of mystery for sober me. Why would I take a picture of Walgreen's escalator? What was going on that I felt compelled to capture it digitally? 

Without further ado, here are things I take pictures of when I'm drunk, South Beach style!

Happy weekend!

-s.

Fun-A-Day, Day 12.

Getting there. I still have ideas, so that's a pleasant surprise. And I'm (mostly) keeping up, though I've fallen behind a few times.

This quote is from a poem I wrote after this awful woman I know died. She was the worst. But at her funeral, everyone was talking about her like she was super-nice and frankly, she was barely decent. All I could think was that maybe you could just not say anything, instead of bullshitting? Also, I'm a weird combination of morbid and vain.

when I die

please please please

do not bury me

in an ugly dress.

I'll be SO pissed.

-s.

Stupid day.

My day has been stupid.

Two thoughts today:

1. Why is everyone on Instagram naked?
2. Why do I own thigh high socks?

That's all I got.

-s.

Day 11.

Defacing U.S. currency. For shame.

This is one of those quotes that immediately make people ask what the fuck happened. Nothing at all happened. I'm a fiction writer. This stuff is not autobiographical, man.*  I've never set a school on fire either, but I have a great short story about it. This was fun to make, though it took some effort to get the pennies to stay put. It is also quite substantial- especially since it's only 4 X 6.

I smell his blood, like red pennies in my mouth.

s.

*Well, not all of it.

Days 9 and 10.

Day 9.

This is my favorite so far. The poem was originally an assignment for a writing academy. You had to pick a favorite poet and emulate the style. I chose e.e. cummings, not an easy dude to imitate. At the time I had nothing. A few weeks later, driving across the Birmingham Bridge, I was inspired. Wrote the whole thing in one swoop on a napkin, sitting in my car on Carson Street. The second quote is from the same poem!

a world of lead
is not a world of writing-
praise dead trees and rainforests, happy ink and
blood, but never this infine example of
hyperwesternization

Day 10.

hey, there's a hell 

of a good thought process next door, let's go.

Yay space!

-s.

Everyone is being so helpful.

Having two cats often feels like having thirty cats. Especially when they are in their asshole teenager phase. I work around them, but Otis has red paint on his feet and Ace steals things. *sigh*

ACE

Pencil thief extraordinaire.

OTIS

Oh hey, you doing something? Let me see.

But they're warm and adorable, so I'll keep them.

-s.

Day 8.

Day 8. 

I know I wasn't going to use any other author quotes, but I carried this goddamn coaster 100+ miles on my bike, from Key West to Key Largo, for this project. Last November I got into a 15-person passenger van with 5 friends, drove 22 hours to Key Largo, put the van in storage and spent 10 days riding and camping (and drinking and swimming) through the Florida Keys. It's pretty damn spectacular. Read about both trips here and here. 

I visited the Hemingway House and hung out with the six-toed cats. I got to see the spots where Hemingway wrote and drank. I also spent an afternoon day drinking at Sloppy Joe's, a favorite of his. I snagged this coaster and then managed to not get it wet, smash it, or lose it. I'm using it.

I drink to make other people more interesting. -Ernest Hemingway

Truer words were never spoken, Ernest.

-s.