Feb 8, 2021
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“Usually I would not indulge such dangerous curiosity from you, but in this instance, consider it yours.”
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"A talking fruit?" Mikoto picks up and examines at the apple. "Gaia is stranger than I anticipated,"
“Usually I would not indulge such dangerous curiosity from you, but in this instance, consider it yours.”
Salad Man
Who: superhero/damsel What: making a salad Where: on a bus
Characters: Ivy Walton and Burch Powers
Spare first names: Evelyn, Paisley, Dawson, Serena, Jose, Adrian
Spare last names: Carter, Cordis, Sledge, Caparala, Gibbs, Hanschu, Higgins
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Ivy Walton settled into the seat. It had been a really long day, and if she never saw another animal it would be too soon.
Ok, that wasn’t true. She loved her job. The animals were fine. Mostly. Unless their humans were… there had to be a word for someone who spoils all decency out of the creatures in their care. Spoilers? Nope. Too River Song, and that meant something completely different. Karen? Closer, but still the wrong connotations. Ugh. She hated being at a loss for words.
Too long a day. She needed to just get home, take a long, hot soak, and maybe all the normalcy that the stress had shoved away would finally flood its way back in.
She checked her bag - oh, right. The salad she’d meant to have for lunch was still in there. Glad she grabbed it from the fridge on her way out the door. She pulled it out.
The bus lurched to a stop just as she popped the top off, and the packet of dressing went flying. It smacked into the foot of the passenger who was just getting on.
She lunged forward - fortunately not spilling the rest of the salad - and grabbed for the packet of dressing. But the bus lurched again as it started moving, and she ended up grabbing onto the guy’s foot!
The guy chuckled as he reached past her hand and picked up the Newman’s Own Ceasar Dressing from the floor.
He took the empty seat beside her and held it out.
“I think you dropped this.”
“Someone kill me now,” she groaned as she took it.
The next stop was blocks away, surely she had time before that happened again?
She popped the next layer of plastic off the top of the salad, and lifted the tray of cut up bits out of the way.
“Need any help?” the guy asked.
He sounded more amused than anything, but he did hold his hand at ready to take anything she needed to pass off, so she handed the tray to him.
Balancing the larger bowl precariously on her lap, she reached with one hand for the fork and tried to take the tray as well. The bus swayed, and the bowl slid an inch down her lap.
She went to grab for it with the fork hand - but the guy had already reached with his spare hand and steadied it.
He took the bowl and held it out in front of her.
“Here, this might be the easiest way.”
“Yes, please.”
She groaned again, and dumped the cut up bits from the tray onto the salad, then she stuck the fork between her teeth and grabbed for the salad dressing which she had instinctively clamped between her knees while the guy had rescued the bowl from the momentum of the moving vehicle.
She tore the packet open and squeezed the entire contents onto the lumpy salad. She sucked the drippings from the mouth of the packet and looked around for a place to set the trash. The guy reached with his spare hand and took it from her.
She took the bowl of now-assembled salad from the guy, fished the fork from her mouth, and began to stir the bits together. God she was hungry now.
She shoved the first bite of salad into her mouth and then belatedly looked up to her rescuer.
And promptly forgot to even breathe.
Burch Powers.
He grinned, clearly used to this reaction from startled fans.
“You might want to chew, you’ve worked hard enough on that salad - you wouldn’t want it to be wasted.”
She gulped, the whole thing making a huge lump as she swallowed it down.
“You’re… oh my God! You’re Teleguy!”
He sighed.
“I’ve really got to work on re-branding. Teleguy? That sounds like I’m a cell phone repair man. There’s got to be a better name out there.”
“But…” she stammered, “you’re… you…”
The bus lurched again, pulling into the next stop.
He grinned.
“Every superhero needs a damsel in distress. Maybe I should go with “Salad Man.”
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A/N One of the things my improv teacher used to say, when we weren’t sure what to do next on stage during an improv scene, was “when in doubt, make a salad.” The idea was that if you’re moving, if you’re doing something physical that has actual steps and movements, then something will happen - while if you’re just standing there like a lump, nothing will.
I’m kind of happy that “make a salad” popped up in my parameters. Figuring out how to make a salad on a moving bus? Definitely made for an unusual scene.
Yesterday was the birthday of Alison Knowles. Alison’s work takes the radical stance that anything done mindfully can become a work of art. One of her most famous pieces consists of the instruction “Make a salad.” And while she has sometimes done this on a massive scale (salad for 1,000), it’s most truly realized by the person working alone in their kitchen, cutting vegetables, listening to the sound of the lettuce tearing, or the radishes slicing, and then the crunch of eating it. So I am thinking a lot of Alison’s work in these days of sheltering at home, and how something as simple and necessary as lunch can become an occasion to transcend the ordinary. Here’s a video of her talking about her “Identical Lunch” project - a tuna sandwich with a cup of soup or buttermilk. This is work for this moment in our lives. Love you, Alison!
Maybe I'll bite the bullet and give them an honest try again. The only issue is deciding on a class. Maybe thief!
ahaha no need to force yourself. the gloriousness that is ADORABLE SALADS who can have WHOLE BODY COLOR PALETTES isn’t for everyone.
that being said
chants salad continuously until you make one
Eh darlinggggg , you come here ?
Mouahahaha you can imagine the reaction of Sasuke ! ?
Kỳ này, chúng ta sẽ đến với những tác phẩm FLUXUS nổi bật của thập niên 1960 – 1970. Hầu hết các trào lưu khuynh hướng nghệ thuật sau này đều có những kết nối không thể chối bỏ với FLUXUS.
Make a salad and other tasty FLUXUS stuff!
Alison Knowles, Make a Salad 1962 Performed at the Tate, 2008 "Whenever you eat a salad, you are performing the piece."
Fluxus artist Alison Knowles performs one of her earliest event scores and comments on it. Time: 2:57