Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Monday, November 16, 2009

Meditation on buying drywall screws

The hardware store has a distinct lovely smell. Each aisle contains the potential of labor, the potential of the accomplishment of building or repairing, of cleaning or lighting or moving electricity from one place to another, hopefully avoiding the body as conductor or even conduit (and the taste of pennies). There is metal and wood and rubber and plastic. There is paint and paint thinner and solvents and solutions. I wander, not knowing anything, imagining chain jewelry and chain weapons measured from spools, hats made of orange funnels, music in a drill bit, laughter from a ball cock. With knowledge and the right tools, any wish can be granted. In a hardware store, a man becomes a child, small but vast.



Blogger Lora said...

I love hardware stores.
They are like porn to me.
But not because of the dirty sounding stuff. Because I'm just so happy and overwhelmed in a really good way when I'm there.

7:57 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

Porn is like a hardware store to me, but not because of all the dirty sounding stuff, but because I'm just so happy and overwhelmed when I watch it.

9:47 PM  
Anonymous Asylum Dolly said...

I feel like that in an art supplies store. Aaahhh....
With all this talk of hardware and porn, may I be the first to make a predictable joke about erections being completed and the grasping of tools?

6:08 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

Here you don't have to ask to make penis jokes, just go right ahead, it's expected and encouraged.

12:08 AM  

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