Riddle Me This
Last week, Claire and I decided to take in the touristy spots in Boston and the surrounding area. We went to the Omni Theatre to see “Mystic India” (It was my second time seeing it, it was just as mystic as the first, and it really made me want to plan a temple tour.) Afterwards, hungry and adventurous, we wandered over to Harvard Square to poke through shops and fill ourselves to the max on tasties from Fire and Ice.
We were bumping around the square down on the corner of Brattle and Mass Ave., and ran into THIS thing:
What the hell IS that thing?
Tah Dah. Meet the Question Wheel.
Basically you can take a colored card, write a question, and Johnny Monserrat will answer your question. It can be anything at all! Will so-and-so marry me? Why is there so much violence in the world? Wanna hang out sometime? You ask the question, and Johnny will answer it, and pop the answer cards back up on the Wheel. In addition, they’re available on the Wheel Questions website.
I thought this was really cool, for a few reasons. First off, it was an interactive art exhibit with some substance to it. It wasn’t some bullshit Jackson Pollack or some guy flinging a cow or some delusional college student claiming to make art out of aborted babies for her senior portfolio presentation. Secondly… no one seemed to be stealing the cards! Even in the People’s Republic, the sheer lack of vandalism was almost too incredible to be believed.
The questions ranged from the serious, to the clever, to the bizarre.
Some of my favorites were:
* (Of course) What makes you the authority on everything?
* I can go to Harvard. (To which Johnny replied “Good luck on the TOEFL!” ha ha ha!)
* I’m 12 and what’s this?
* I can haz cheezburger?
* What is the velocity of a coconut-laden swallow?
* Will gnomes appear today?
* How do I stop writing a finished book?? (A few readers will relate to this question!)
* Penis?
And of course, to test the theory, I had to put up one myself, and I must say I’m pleased:
Andddd the answer… Thank you Johnny. I couldn’t agree more.
