My little sister and I decided to build birdhouses yesterday. I decided quickly that I didn't want to build some cute little bird house that would quaintly compliment a small water fixture in a modest yard.
I wanted to build a monument to birds, and one of the great archatectual marvels of my favorite city not named Portland. So alas construction began on an all day project that would turn out to be a three nest home in the guise of the Empire State Building. Ridiculous, maybe. Preposterous, sort of. Obnoxious, well yes.
There is a dedication ceremony not yet scheduled for the day this modern cedar marvel lands at its resting place (somewhere in the Burt's yard). I dedicate and give proper ownership of said property to my dear friendo Lucas Burt. May your dreams be as big as my bird house.
2 comments:
Aww man, now I have to take my birdhouse replica of the Chrystler building back. I don't want it to feel insignificant next to your glorious monstrocity.
Not to mention there's a mini giant ape running around my neighborhood that I'm going to have to keep an extra eye on.
Kudos to you.
That's pretty freakn' awesome. Now stop monkeying around and do the Statue of Liberty. See how I did that just there? Monkey? haha.
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