I think there's a conspiracy afoot here in Pasadena. It could be similar to W.A.S.T.E. in Thomas Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49.
I'm regularly noticing seemingly abandoned children's car seats on sidewalks and parkings. I've heard them called "Baby Buckets".
What messages are these items sending and to whom? What secrets are the buckles and straps and handles concealing?
After a short time they simply disappear. Who takes them? Where do they go? All this simply must have some meaning or other.
They don't call me Mr. Paranoid for nothing you know.
And here's a reminder from purveyors of large quantities of scoopable cat sand (or kitty litter) not to let your baby drown while he or she is washing cute little handsies in the empty bucket afterwards.Tag Buckets: baby bucket. . . car seat. . . conspiracy. . . Thomas Pynchon. . . Robert Anton Wilson. . .cat sand. . . kitty litter. . . Pasadena. . . abandoned items
Oh, here's a fun orchestra piece to listen to wherein art imitates P.D.Q. Bach. I found this via Steve Layton's post on Sequenza 21.