. but it was clear that i had not been creative enough to recognize how easily merideth and sam were going to finess the details of the arrangement she was contemplating -specifically , how they woul;d get around the whole P.L licensing problem that looked so imposing to me .
sam spied the opening in the fabric of the ethica'/legal fence immediatly .
if sam was interested in the work she was proposing , and if merideth continued to thuink he was best person to help her , i didn't want to screw things up between them . i decioded to get out of the middle . isaid ," i think i'll let you get in touch and you guys can decide what your role would be ."
"what do you know already , aln ? i can ell you know stuff . you're dyoing to tell me something ."
i sat down on the first step of a concrete stoop that was directly across the street from a nineteenth century building covered with a cisual caclphony of graffiti . the narrow building - remanants of a pulleey system protruding below an ornate cornice convinced me that it had once beeen a warehouse - was wallpapered with volunteer art . not one of its surfaces , vertical or horizontal , was spared decoration . graphic things . geometric things . serene things . obscene things . some of it was ....trash . random trash , angry trash . but some of it was good . captivating .
a sign announcing imminent redevelopment hung over a second story window . the sign had not been painted over .
the adjacent buildings were all graffiti free . it was as though the taggers and the neiborhood propet ownerss had agreed that only the old warehoude would be defaced .
while i appreciated and the artistic panoply . i gave sam an outline of what i'd learned about the grand anyopn thing . about jaana and eric , and about carmel .
\"huh ," he said ,not exactly tipping his hand ."
sam spied the opening in the fabric of the ethica'/legal fence immediatly .
if sam was interested in the work she was proposing , and if merideth continued to thuink he was best person to help her , i didn't want to screw things up between them . i decioded to get out of the middle . isaid ," i think i'll let you get in touch and you guys can decide what your role would be ."
"what do you know already , aln ? i can ell you know stuff . you're dyoing to tell me something ."
i sat down on the first step of a concrete stoop that was directly across the street from a nineteenth century building covered with a cisual caclphony of graffiti . the narrow building - remanants of a pulleey system protruding below an ornate cornice convinced me that it had once beeen a warehouse - was wallpapered with volunteer art . not one of its surfaces , vertical or horizontal , was spared decoration . graphic things . geometric things . serene things . obscene things . some of it was ....trash . random trash , angry trash . but some of it was good . captivating .
a sign announcing imminent redevelopment hung over a second story window . the sign had not been painted over .
the adjacent buildings were all graffiti free . it was as though the taggers and the neiborhood propet ownerss had agreed that only the old warehoude would be defaced .
while i appreciated and the artistic panoply . i gave sam an outline of what i'd learned about the grand anyopn thing . about jaana and eric , and about carmel .
\"huh ," he said ,not exactly tipping his hand ."
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