By Rebekah Jampole
Arizona Daily Wildcat
Friday January 17, 2003
Fine arts senior is a fan of funky 70s pants, pirates and candy canes instead of real arms
WILDCAT: So what do you do?
WING: I mainly do paint and drawings.
WILDCAT: Wow! Are you a colorful painter?
WING: I'm more expressionistic, let's say. I do a lot of stuff that has happened to me ÷ dreams, stuff like that.
WILDCAT: Interesting. You would have been very popular in the 70s I'm sure.
WING: Most likely. Too bad I wasn't around then to be selling art.
WILDCAT: Who knows? Seventies clothes are coming back, paintings could too. Are you a fan of bell-bottoms?
WING: Yeah. I'm a fan of funky pants.
WILDCAT: What about purple velour bell bottoms?
WING: That's even better.
WILDCAT: Pimpster style. Actually I see you as more of a maroon or forest green velour guy myself.
WING: You've got it.
WILDCAT: Very Santa Claus-y, however. You probably shouldn't wear the colors together.
WING: Yes.
WILDCAT: So if you had to either have arms made out of Hershey's kisses or candy canes, which would you choose?
WING: Candy canes I think.
WILDCAT: Really, why? Does it have anything to do with that whole Santa Claus thing we were just talking about?
WING: Maybe because it's just a little more perverse and they're like hooks or something like that.
WILDCAT: Are you into pirates? You could be like, ÎArggh. I'm Captain Candy Cane Hook.'
WING: Yeah.
WILDCAT: Would you eat your own arm if you needed to?
WING: I don't think I could.
WILDCAT: Even if they were made out of candy canes? I find that hard to believe.
WING: That might be a little too far.
WILDCAT: What if you and some hot chick are the only two people alive and procreation and the survival of you and your posterity were dependent on you eating your candy cane arm?
WING: I might eat the girl, but that's it.
WILDCAT: Hmm · I am concerned. Candy canes are yummy.
WING: No.
WILDCAT: All right, good thing the world's not in your hands. Or should I say y