The following will be stories collected by my big ear. I have very little control over my big ear. It turns on when I’m in line at the airport, sitting at a neighborhood bar, driving with my window down. I regret that I can’t mind my own business and allow people their privacy, but like I said–the ear is big and out of my control. It’s an undiscriminating net.
Sometimes it picks up mundane, fundamentally boring information, as in: the woman in front of me in line at Vons is going to hard boil just six of those dozen eggs, instead of all twelve. Sometimes it picks up grand and singular information, as in: “That’s what you get, you bitch. And ho,” says the man who just pushed that woman out of his car in the Target parking lot.
For reasons I can’t ID, I find both the mundane and the grand interesting. Both have the potential to trigger memories or fantasies, stories. I’ll throw these stories up against the wall of this blog and see what sticks. Now I must go because big ear just netted this:
“I thought it was a giant ladybug, but it’s just a coconut…”
The Big Ear 