i didn't realize how much shopping at target was a private experience for me until i was surrounded by hundreds of people, including unsavory folks i try and and avoid (not because they are "gangsters" or drug dealers or whatever, but because they are jerks i know). i felt weird shopping for underwear and smelling laundry detergent with the lingering threat of someone i dislike around the corner.
stupid small town.
in other news, WINE BOXES are the best thing about target and now i dont have to lug them home from northgate.
"It was diverse (East Asians, East Africans, Russians, Mexicans, white hipsters, black hipsters, and standard Americans)."
Two questions about the quote above: How did the writer know these shoppers were East African? Russian? Mexican? Were they wearing signs that identified them as such?
And what the heck is a "standard American"? Nice to read that the new target is drawing a diverse crowd, but was it necessary to call out their nationalities/ethnicity?
I think this was an attempt to have a Mudede-free office for a day.
"Hey Charles, we want you to do a story on...uh, Target. Just go and hang out there all day, and tell us what you see....Yes, all day.....Yes, it has to be all day."
I look forward to your day at the A Christian Science Reading Room coming to 1521 Second Ave.
Now there's an ugly building in every way.
I live downtown. It's great having more horrible,distracted drivers from the suburbs who can't navigate a down town garage, fat, slow people taking up half the side walk with their $4.00 bags of Cheetos from Target and the sturdy Newmark now looking like a Swedish elementary school. But it sounds like you had a nice time.
And that's great.
Where the Newmark is now was once the World's largest Penney's. Or at least it seemed that way. It was spread out over several buildings. Very old-timey, and not at all what one thinks of when they think of Penney's. Unless one had been to that Penney's.
I think @4 raised a good question. It is possible, in general, to identify those of East African versus West African descent (there are differences in physical appearance), and maybe the people you identify as Russians were speaking Russian or something. But what is a "standard American", and how do you tell an American from, say, a Canadian, without engaging in conversation with them?
Other than your willingness to use them as a hackneyed literary device, what's the "interconnection" between the murder downtown and your father's death, other than that they happened in the same city at approximately the same time?
The story went downhill from there. Your word collage reeks of self-satisfaction, but it didn't amount to anything. The Stranger must be pretty hard up to publish shit like this.
stupid small town.
in other news, WINE BOXES are the best thing about target and now i dont have to lug them home from northgate.
BTW why wouldn't a roller coaster be more optimistic than a ferris wheel?
Two questions about the quote above: How did the writer know these shoppers were East African? Russian? Mexican? Were they wearing signs that identified them as such?
And what the heck is a "standard American"? Nice to read that the new target is drawing a diverse crowd, but was it necessary to call out their nationalities/ethnicity?
"Hey Charles, we want you to do a story on...uh, Target. Just go and hang out there all day, and tell us what you see....Yes, all day.....Yes, it has to be all day."
Now there's an ugly building in every way.
I live downtown. It's great having more horrible,distracted drivers from the suburbs who can't navigate a down town garage, fat, slow people taking up half the side walk with their $4.00 bags of Cheetos from Target and the sturdy Newmark now looking like a Swedish elementary school. But it sounds like you had a nice time.
And that's great.
That's all. Carry on.
But what color was the East Asian man's hair?
The mind boggles.
The story went downhill from there. Your word collage reeks of self-satisfaction, but it didn't amount to anything. The Stranger must be pretty hard up to publish shit like this.