miniskirt appropriation

Snow-blankets, thoughts about the difficulty of creating positive, vibrant counter-publics in economically depressed cities, further thoughts about a painting-gift documenting a teddy-bear assembly-line that transmutes, about midway, to the documentation of a teddy-bear uprising (replete with wrenches, socket sets, toolbelts strapped around their waist) wherein the machines are disassembled -- no new production!

This is possibly because my favorite teddy bear, growing up, was from a Salvation Army in Albany, NY -- a gift from a financially despondent father, who was instrumental both in lessons regarding getting by as well as integral later practices of finding large joy in the very smallest, insignificant things -- perfectly preserved leaves between the pages of books, moss on rocks, coffee milkshakes, spaghetti and red sauce dinners.

A Used Teddy Bear Distro. A great idea, I think, especially when one thinks about the standard operating procedures for organizations like Toys for Tots and the inculcation of a juevenile romance with the bright, the shiny, the new. Notes could be attached, documenting the teddy bear's travel, temperament, conditions of departure, etc.