4:05 am
Maybe its because i haven't slept in 48 hours.
But I think maybe the 'random' word generator is psychic.

A little background: I am obsessed with Bollywood (Indian Bombay-based Hindi Language films and thier music) - to the extent that I have learned enough Hindi to need no english subtitles and can read and write Hindi as well.

The song I happened to be listening to as a I casually turned to the Random Word Generator:
"Dheere Jalna," Hindi for "Slowly Burn." The chorus of the song just repeats the word that means 'slowly' over and over about 10 times.

The word the apparently bilingual eavesdropping Word Generator gave me:

Slowly.

The location the collusive Googlemap gave me:

The Asian Art Museum.

Spooky.

I took the Asian Slowly syncronicity as a poem from the universe encouraging me to complete this task. I decided that in order to do this right, all steps would have to be completely in the spirit of my word: slowly.

I sat down and began to make a stencil of the word in Hindi. To make sure they were even and caligraphicly attractive, I carefully measured the letters and cut them very, very slowly.

Then I waited a few days.

I decided to take my time by doing a reconnaissance mission to choose a spot that would be artistically appropriate but not in danger of profaning such a lovely, noble building. In the name of slowness, I asked Kyle Crocodile for his opinion in the matter. After a thorough tour of the exterior and a lengthy discussion with Mr. Crocodile about it, the sidewalk just beyond the stone entrance area was chosen.

Then I spent a few days thinking about the best method. In order to apply the stencil in the spirit of slowness, spraypaint was out of the question. I settled on a tube of acrylic paint and a make-up sponge with which to dab in on - a very time consuming process, particularly when commiting an illegal act in a very public place.

Then I spent a few days thinking about when to apply it. I enlisted Kyle Crocodile's help in covering for me and photographing my first act of vandalistic art. It took us a while to converge our schedules, which was just fine with me. I was in no hurry.

Finally, we met up late at night at the opera house. We brought our bikes, but walked them, slowly, as we approached the museum. We sat down like we were just chillin', waiting for somebody. I sat for a minute before even getting out my supplies. I set them up just so. I began dabbing, but stopped and waited while Kyle Crocodile got the camera ready and when people walked by. Dab-dab. Pause. Dab-dab. Look around. Dab.

Finally the word was out and onto the sidewalk. I got up, slowly, packed up my things, slowly, mounted my bike, slowly, and rolled away.

Epilogue:
And I went back the next day. Just to drag it out.
I also have plans to complete the universe's poem by going again when they are actually open to go inside to admire the art.