where have all the cool kids gone?

walking to work today and what should my wandering eyes fall upon but some graffiti on a "green p" parking robot that dispenses the tickets. i love graffiti doesn't matter if it is a bathroom stall scandal sheet, giant birthday cakes (thank you jellybean), or those indecipherable "tags" so popular with the "breakdancers". (Dear Reader, this is an aside: i have a friend who knows all the words to "Colors" by Ice-T, still, now. She's 30. She's a teacher. if you asked, if you said "hey E, can you sing us "colors"?--she'd do it.)

Anyhoodle, what was the graffiti that so caught my attention this morning? Was it a little well placed love note, maybe a "JA + CK"? nope. Was it an anarchy symbol? oh no. it was a hot pink (hot fucking pink) stencil of an intertwined L and V--it was the Louis Vuitton logo. i quickly looked around...is paris hilton standing nearby with small pot of very expensive pink paint in one hand, a "kick me" dog in the other--it's tail pink with evidence. Couldn't find her. no J-low or any other likely suspects. Then who, WHO stencils a frikkin' Louis Vuitton logo on a parking ticket machine? and why? who has the time? Who has the time to make a stencil and...(oh my god, it was Debbie Travis). Mystery solved.

I once met this girl in Kingston who told me she was heading out of town to an anarchy convention...conversation as follows:

ME: so, you're going to get together with a bunch of people and discuss anarchy?
HER: Yeah, that's right.
ME: And this is an organized event?
HER: Yeah, i heard about it in a magazine.
ME: So there is advertising for the anarchy conference?
HER: Yeah, and there are some speakers too.
ME: At the conference on anarchy. The anarchy conference? Where anarchists group together to discuss how to make better anarchy?
HER: Yeah, it is gonna be really cool. We're gonna hang out and like do, uh, do...
ME: Anarchy?
HER: Yeah.