Tuesday disappointment: Failed arts and crafts

If I’d been better with Krazy Glue, more patient, you would now be reading how to make a Christmas tree ornament out of used Metro cards. I would, as they say, be getting all Martha Stewart on your ass.

I made one yesterday, for the office holiday party. I work at a design firm, and apparently the tradition is for everyone to bring an ornament, preferably homemade, for the host’s tree. I figured out you could loop one Metro card around horizontally and tack the top two corners together with Krazy Glue to form a body, use another card to make wings, and cut out the round MTA symbol of a third for the head. It really didn’t look too bad, and I got points for originality, I think.

But when I tried it this evening, with my digital camera to document the process, the first bond wouldn’t hold. No amount of glue could keep the card from springing open again. Maybe it’s because I started to wonder how that little dab of Krazy Glue could ever hold the card together — the card is a pretty robust plastic, after all, with a definite springiness when bent.

Obviously, I’m disappointed. Disappointed the Krazy Glue didn’t hold, disappointed you all can’t see my little transit angel, and disappointed I couldn’t redeem my Grinchy image by bringing a little holiday craftiness to the ol’ Whatsit.

I’m also disappointed, recently, to be forced to acknowledge that I can’t just stay up drinking (not even drinking a lot) until five in the morning anymore without being seriously tired for the next couple of days. I love staying up late, especially when there’s a good conversation going, but I just can’t indulge like I used to.

I’m disappointed the weather has been so warm, because it feels so unseasonal and reminds me of Al Gore, and I’m disappointed that this morning it’s supposed to be much colder, because that’s just plain uncomfortable. I’m disappointed that I’ve never really lived in a place where I’ve liked the weather the whole year ’round, or, alternatively, that I’ve become such a whiner about the weather.

Finally, I’m disappointed in our political system, despite myself. Bush loses the midterm elections, he gets a drubbing from his dad’s cronies and other “wise men” in the Iraq Study Group, and yet he seems to be on course to send another 20,000 troops to Iraq and keep the strategy basically the same with a few cosmetic changes. What does it take to get the government to do what a majority of Americans want it to do, which is pull out within six months? You start to understand how Vietnam could drag on from Kennedy through Nixon.

And now the floor is yours. What are you disappointed about?

(With a nod to The Weblog.)

9 responses to “Tuesday disappointment: Failed arts and crafts”

  1. By coincidence, Dave, I’ve been working all week on a paper discussing a poem called “Disappointment” and the idea of disappointment as a much-courted category of late-eighteenth-century aesthetic experience.

    The poem I’m working on is too long and dull to reproduce, but an early websearch pulled this up. It’s by someone named Vern Rutsala and was printed in College English 48:8 (1986):

    The History of Disappointment

    It is the night before Thanksgiving,
    a round bowl of nuts sits on the round table.
    The nutcracker sits on top,
    its legs spread indifferently.
    Though there is an invitation there — use me.
    I take up a cracker and select a nut —
    a Brazil nut — and crack the shell
    hoping that just this once the meat
    will come out perfect and whole —
    that something will happen as it should —
    but it doesn’t of course.
    This too is a footnote
    to the history of disappointment.

  2. Scott Godfrey says:

    I have a good friend named Rolf (he dropped his last name). Rolf is an older, Danish gentleman (about 65) who speaks English with a heavy accent. Rolf has spent much time at Buddhist retreats and the like. (The man is pretty darn Zen; that’s what I’m trying to get at here.)

    Anyway, Rolf and I were sitting on a bench in the SF MOMA one afternoon sketching, when a woman came in with an upset infant over her shoulder. The baby had one of those dentistry tools in the eardrum kind of cries.

    I made my usual face-muscles-clinched expressions, and Rolf just sat there calmly sketching. The strange thing was that the woman would not leave the gallery. Finally Rolf got up and walked over to the mother and child and said (imagine it in that deep, calm Danish accent), “what a beautiful baby you have here.” Then turning to the child he said (and this part’s for you Dave), “don’t worry baby, in sixty, seventy years, it’s all over — no more pain.”

    The woman not knowing how to react left the room in a huff. (Fucking hell, it was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.)

    Anyway, Dave, just think about how little time you have left. It will all be just fine.

  3. MarleyFan says:

    Scott’s response is so perfect! So, I’ll tell you a little story: last Saturday, we went to a great party with some friends who have a little dog. As my nine year old son, Asa, was playing with the dog, the dog got a little aggressive, and nipped his hand (which drew a little blood). We had a great time, and went home quite late. The next day I realized that I had left my cell phone at their house, and when we stopped by to pick it up. Asa said “I’ll go inside get your phone dad”. I told him, “no, I’ll go get it”. Then Asa said, “no dad, I’ll go get it, I have some unfinished business with that dog”. Asa was dissapointed that I didn’t let him get his revenge.

  4. Scott Godfrey says:

    Wow, MF, that’s a really funny story. Asa sounds awesome.

  5. nicole says:

    Come to San Francisco: it’s freezing here. I am disappointed that I have caught a cold, but also disappointed that it is not hindering me from partaking in the ridiculous amounts of chocolate and cookies that have been pouring into my office daily for the past 2 weeks (my arteries are crying). I am disappointed it’s too chilly here to fully enjoy the sunshine (I’m a wimp). These are, of course, very minor complaints. Incidentally, Michael and I are going to be in NYC for a few days next week (attending our first big gay wedding), so email us if you want to try to meet!

  6. Tim Wager says:

    Dave,

    Looks like you learned the hard way that transit angels are a lot like holiday work-party hookups: they may fly when you’re in the moment, but try it again at home and everything comes unglued.

    As for me, I’m disappointed that you’re not laughing at my joke.

  7. Dave says:

    I’m disappointed you made the joke.

  8. PB says:

    I am disappointed that I can’t go to the GWI New Years Eve party. I am disappointed that I have also had a bad cold for a week and have a Camille cough for Christmas.

    But Tim, I did laugh at your joke. It could be the dayquill.

  9. Scott Godfrey says:

    Tim, MF may be funny, but you’re one funny MF.