Stories from my Childhood
INTRO TO VISUAL CANONS
LISA IN PHYLLO'S GREEN HOUSE.
Then it happened. Lisa couldn't breathe. Fast forward to the pediatrician's claustrophobic emergency room. I remember it as a small place with totally insane mind-bending animal theme wallpaper, a gross smell which according to my mother was the smell of clean, a really tall cushioned bench upholstered with the same look and feel as a booth bench of a 1970's diner, but covered with a roll of crunchy white paper. And one last detail... The glass jar filled with wooden popsicle sticks in the far corner...
I asked for a telescope for my 16th birthday. Not a long skinny stupid telescope that you put in your library for show. This was bad to the bone. Think of a 6 tired bamboo dumpling steamer in shape and size - for the cultured. And for the rest of you imagine a big chromed out Campbell's soup can-shaped thing (also known as a cylinder). Low to the ground. The color - metallic violet and it was a beauty.