This would be the little guy singing this afternoon. Check the progress. He will be painting by Sunday for sure.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Lycopersicum esculentum
When I was a kid I usta worry about being a biologist. It just sorta seemed to me that once you figured out all the technical stuff thats all the world would be. (Kinda like when Neo figures out how to mess with the matrix ) And then all the beauty in the world would be gone. I even read an essay on it once- how scientific people lose the ability to see the world.
I donno I guess I figured out I was wrong. Instead its like the deeper you dig the more cool stuff you find out and it doesnt really stop. And I always thought my world would get smaller and I would focus in so far that I lost sight of everything else. But its really like the opposite of that. Cause when you figure out some of the details about something then you have to look all around you and say "Hey I wonder if this works the same way over here?" and then you go figure it out. (Or get a research assistant to figure it out for you- I can't wait till I get my own research assistants) And really the world just gets bigger. Never a dull moment.
And hey the random food facts come up all the time at least in my life. Like today for instance after I fed the little duckies who are not so little anymore (squeak of happiness) I wandered over to the garden. I picked myself I red ripe tomato offa the vine and ate it just like that. It was still wet from the storm this morning and it was perfect. And then you get the tomatoey bush typa smell all around you and you can hear the thunder of another storm rolling in over the hills and is just like yeah this is what summer is. One of my favorite little kid memories is pickin tomatoes during the summer and eatin them before I ever made it outta the garden.
And as I was walking around the corner to check on the progress of builder-bird I thought to myself, yah know they usta call those wolf peaches and they usta think they were poisionous and the italians didnt even have them for making sauce until after they found south america Man that musta sucked. . . . .Then I came inside and wrote it all down. -Jn
I donno I guess I figured out I was wrong. Instead its like the deeper you dig the more cool stuff you find out and it doesnt really stop. And I always thought my world would get smaller and I would focus in so far that I lost sight of everything else. But its really like the opposite of that. Cause when you figure out some of the details about something then you have to look all around you and say "Hey I wonder if this works the same way over here?" and then you go figure it out. (Or get a research assistant to figure it out for you- I can't wait till I get my own research assistants) And really the world just gets bigger. Never a dull moment.
And hey the random food facts come up all the time at least in my life. Like today for instance after I fed the little duckies who are not so little anymore (squeak of happiness) I wandered over to the garden. I picked myself I red ripe tomato offa the vine and ate it just like that. It was still wet from the storm this morning and it was perfect. And then you get the tomatoey bush typa smell all around you and you can hear the thunder of another storm rolling in over the hills and is just like yeah this is what summer is. One of my favorite little kid memories is pickin tomatoes during the summer and eatin them before I ever made it outta the garden.
And as I was walking around the corner to check on the progress of builder-bird I thought to myself, yah know they usta call those wolf peaches and they usta think they were poisionous and the italians didnt even have them for making sauce until after they found south america Man that musta sucked. . . . .Then I came inside and wrote it all down. -Jn
This would be target practice. I specifically mean the vermin that was trying to get IN MY GARDEN but really any object in the picture would count depending on what you were thinking. Except of course the bird house in the lower left hand corner. I know what you are thinking- "that is a lamp post' right? But your wrong. It is really a wicked cool and well constructed birdhouse. And if you will step into my accidental speaking-to-a-small-child mode I will show you what I mean. . .
These poor pictures were taken a few days ago but my camera batteries died and then the internet wouldnt work. The told me they didnt want to be by the birdhouse but I posted them anyway. So just pretend they are posted a few slots down and they will be happier pictures.
This will be a dresser. (If you are bored try to figure out how many critters you can identify. I have no clue how many there are)
This will be a dresser. (If you are bored try to figure out how many critters you can identify. I have no clue how many there are)
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Just like a little kid
Recent discovery worth noting: Cats don't like Bailey's. Not even Bailey's with a little milk thrown in. Though I will give Jazz (my cat) credit. He did at least try the mixture. Then he just gave me a dirty look and walked away. Oh well. -Jn
Rants on Toby
So I don't think I have posted this before but I am pretty sure everyone has seen it. Everyone should see it anyways. I only post this because I care. But its the sort of morbid curiosity type of care not the save the cute fuzzy bunny type of care. Honestly the site is great. Every time I go to it to check up on the furball I have a different reaction. The first time I was horrified and angry and wanted desperately to save the rabbit. The second time I was flirting with the idea that its all just a big joke- there isn't really a rabbit and even if there is they wouldn't eat it. And then I went back to look at what kinds of crap I could buy just because I wanted something random not because I care about saving Toby in earnest. Tonight I went back on a whim. The rabbit is supposed to be dead and I guess I was expecting pictures or something but I guess they got a book deal and you can preorder a book on Amazon and save the fuzzy thing from extinction. I don't know what they are putting the the book but hey why the hell not?
So tonight I was just marveling at the website as a study of people. Like the guys who made the site. I think they really do have a rabbit and one night they were sitting around drinking and someone thought it up. They were lucky enough to remember it the next day and poof Toby goes public. I think there really is a rabbit, they really did find him, and they don't actually care all that much about him, basically they will eat him. Why not? They will probly even take pictures of it but only post finished recipes and people will wonder for weeks if they really ate him or just made the stew with something else. I don't think they are bad or twisted or anything. They probly didn't think it would get this big and weren't really trying to trick people out of money but now they are on a roll so why not go with it. Typical college aged guys. I could see my friends doing it. I could see me doing it actually. (but not anymore cause I don't like to copy other peoples random ideas. It just sorta kills it)
Now look at all of the people who write in hate mails and send death threats. (They post the really good ones) Some people are mad about the extortion factor, some are mad about the rabbit death threats, some want the bunny to go to a good home some want it dead but everyone is so angry and bent out of shape. They get so angry that they use nasty words often enough to lose sense and most of the time they cant even spell. And you know they check in again and again just to get more pissed off. Its like a college prank with publicity. Honestly the more angry you get the more ridiculous you sound, the more press they get, and the more the general public enjoys the show- at your expense.
So take the people who send in money. Some are desperate and crazy and care enough about the rabbit to throw money at the guy. I don't really understand these people but I guess if you could use pay pal to donate you could just drop your 'spare change' into the save Toby dish like you do with the spinny coin droppers at the grocery store. Other people (like me if I actually had spare change) just want something random to wear around. I by shirts in the kiddy section of Salvo cause they make me laugh so why not buy one about a rabbit threat that gets national news coverage. That's right folks you have paid enough attention that NBC picked it up and ran a story on it. So go ahead, buy save Toby gear. The rabbit may just get another chance at life* and you get to strut around with pride because you are wearing controversy my friend. Who doesn't appreciate that. (and any donations of Toby gear you want to make to the Jenn is a starving college student fund I will gladly accept on her behalf.)
Still wondering why I care about this- Jn
*At the exact second I typed those words I thought of the real kicker. You heard it here first. That damn rabbit is gonna DIE before Thanksgiving (the new death date). He will just keel over and die of natural causes and no one will eat him and there will be sad gravesite pictures and everyone will be confused (and with slightly less money). End of story. Everyone goes home. That would be so depressing- like when some big game ends in a tie. . . . And it would probly serve everyone right too. Hmmm. . .
So tonight I was just marveling at the website as a study of people. Like the guys who made the site. I think they really do have a rabbit and one night they were sitting around drinking and someone thought it up. They were lucky enough to remember it the next day and poof Toby goes public. I think there really is a rabbit, they really did find him, and they don't actually care all that much about him, basically they will eat him. Why not? They will probly even take pictures of it but only post finished recipes and people will wonder for weeks if they really ate him or just made the stew with something else. I don't think they are bad or twisted or anything. They probly didn't think it would get this big and weren't really trying to trick people out of money but now they are on a roll so why not go with it. Typical college aged guys. I could see my friends doing it. I could see me doing it actually. (but not anymore cause I don't like to copy other peoples random ideas. It just sorta kills it)
Now look at all of the people who write in hate mails and send death threats. (They post the really good ones) Some people are mad about the extortion factor, some are mad about the rabbit death threats, some want the bunny to go to a good home some want it dead but everyone is so angry and bent out of shape. They get so angry that they use nasty words often enough to lose sense and most of the time they cant even spell. And you know they check in again and again just to get more pissed off. Its like a college prank with publicity. Honestly the more angry you get the more ridiculous you sound, the more press they get, and the more the general public enjoys the show- at your expense.
So take the people who send in money. Some are desperate and crazy and care enough about the rabbit to throw money at the guy. I don't really understand these people but I guess if you could use pay pal to donate you could just drop your 'spare change' into the save Toby dish like you do with the spinny coin droppers at the grocery store. Other people (like me if I actually had spare change) just want something random to wear around. I by shirts in the kiddy section of Salvo cause they make me laugh so why not buy one about a rabbit threat that gets national news coverage. That's right folks you have paid enough attention that NBC picked it up and ran a story on it. So go ahead, buy save Toby gear. The rabbit may just get another chance at life* and you get to strut around with pride because you are wearing controversy my friend. Who doesn't appreciate that. (and any donations of Toby gear you want to make to the Jenn is a starving college student fund I will gladly accept on her behalf.)
Still wondering why I care about this- Jn
*At the exact second I typed those words I thought of the real kicker. You heard it here first. That damn rabbit is gonna DIE before Thanksgiving (the new death date). He will just keel over and die of natural causes and no one will eat him and there will be sad gravesite pictures and everyone will be confused (and with slightly less money). End of story. Everyone goes home. That would be so depressing- like when some big game ends in a tie. . . . And it would probly serve everyone right too. Hmmm. . .
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Something from past midnight
Drunk and casting blame- 7-12-05
You never meant to hurt me but hell that wont change a thing
Yah know it just sorta happens when you take back a ring
I guess sometimes the pain just sinks in too damn deep
And those are the nights I try to cry 'til I can sleep
And yeah, sometimes I drink more than's advised
But how else can I crawl out from under your lies?
And sometimes it seems I place the blame square on you
But damn it, if you were me, wouldnt you blame you too?
This one wants honest inspection and dissection. And addition or subtraction or division if necessary. I think I like it but I am not sure. -Jn
You never meant to hurt me but hell that wont change a thing
Yah know it just sorta happens when you take back a ring
I guess sometimes the pain just sinks in too damn deep
And those are the nights I try to cry 'til I can sleep
And yeah, sometimes I drink more than's advised
But how else can I crawl out from under your lies?
And sometimes it seems I place the blame square on you
But damn it, if you were me, wouldnt you blame you too?
This one wants honest inspection and dissection. And addition or subtraction or division if necessary. I think I like it but I am not sure. -Jn
Monday, July 11, 2005
For Earl I guess. . .
Death comes packaged in pink
Death comes packaged in pretty pink flowers and bows
Soft music piped overhead and hard chairs in rows
Tissues placed aptly and a guest book to sign
While well dressed patrons, voices low, stand in line
And the children gather to collect the regrets
As old men step outside for memories with cigarettes
But the man in the back with a grief-reddened face
Looks like he hasn't slept these three days
God think of Earl when he lays down to sleep
He's got a long lonely life now with no Betty to keep
07-11-05 My living room- with tears
Death comes packaged in pretty pink flowers and bows
Soft music piped overhead and hard chairs in rows
Tissues placed aptly and a guest book to sign
While well dressed patrons, voices low, stand in line
And the children gather to collect the regrets
As old men step outside for memories with cigarettes
But the man in the back with a grief-reddened face
Looks like he hasn't slept these three days
God think of Earl when he lays down to sleep
He's got a long lonely life now with no Betty to keep
07-11-05 My living room- with tears
Lunch
Since someone I know seems to think it is ok to post about lunch I figured I would give it a whirl. Chalk this one down as a 'what I did today' post and if it bothers you quit reading.
So I decided it was time to make lunch not because I was hungry or because I looked at the clock but because I started getting shaky. (This is why I have friends- to remind me to eat regularly) So I peruse the kitchen even though I already know everything that is in there cause I cleaned it out yesterday. I suppose I should eat that left over half a can of soup even though it wasnt that good in the first place way too tomatoey. But then again those mashed potatoes are getting a little old and dry and crusty. In reality I didnt want to eat either but I felt guilty pitchin the whole bunch and I wasnt sure what I was gonna eat otherwise. I heated up the soup but while the microwaves were dancing on it I decided I wanted the potatoes instead so I popped those in. But then I changed my mind and sometime during the hemming and hawing in between the two I mixed them together. The result looked like something you end up with when you have a bad case of the flu and are on "bed rest with toast, soup, and lots of fluids" And I tried it anyways. Better than either of the 2 would have been alone (I think) and now I dont feel guilty tossing it and looking for something else to eat. It is a win-win situation all around and you even get a picture. -Jn
So I decided it was time to make lunch not because I was hungry or because I looked at the clock but because I started getting shaky. (This is why I have friends- to remind me to eat regularly) So I peruse the kitchen even though I already know everything that is in there cause I cleaned it out yesterday. I suppose I should eat that left over half a can of soup even though it wasnt that good in the first place way too tomatoey. But then again those mashed potatoes are getting a little old and dry and crusty. In reality I didnt want to eat either but I felt guilty pitchin the whole bunch and I wasnt sure what I was gonna eat otherwise. I heated up the soup but while the microwaves were dancing on it I decided I wanted the potatoes instead so I popped those in. But then I changed my mind and sometime during the hemming and hawing in between the two I mixed them together. The result looked like something you end up with when you have a bad case of the flu and are on "bed rest with toast, soup, and lots of fluids" And I tried it anyways. Better than either of the 2 would have been alone (I think) and now I dont feel guilty tossing it and looking for something else to eat. It is a win-win situation all around and you even get a picture. -Jn
This probly wont show up like I want it to but oh well. A honduran artist's rendition of the landing of Columbus since he is supposed to have landed somewhere around those parts. And because we were staying at the Chris Columbus Hotel- That may also have something to do with it. The Indians are quite docile and curious in appearance and the knights are wicked perky. The boats are also in slightly better shape than one would have imagined after a lengthy sea voyage.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Murder of One -Counting Crows
Blue morning blue morning wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, kitten,
Doesn’t have to mean you’re on your own
You can look outside your window
He doesn’t have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream
Are you happy when you’re sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you’re sorry?
Does he tell you when you’re wrong?
I’ve been watching you for hours
It’s been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I’ve been wondering where we’ve gone
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows
One for sorrow two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don’t want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides in the summer ’neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change
Curiosity, kitten,
Doesn’t have to mean you’re on your own
You can look outside your window
He doesn’t have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream
Are you happy when you’re sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you’re sorry?
Does he tell you when you’re wrong?
I’ve been watching you for hours
It’s been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I’ve been wondering where we’ve gone
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows
One for sorrow two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don’t want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides in the summer ’neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change
You can get anything you want at Alice's Resturant
. . .excepting Alice.
This however is NOT Alice's resturant and you cannot get much here. But we do have pictures of Cheerwine in wierd places (without the mother unfortunately). Enjoy-Jn
This however is NOT Alice's resturant and you cannot get much here. But we do have pictures of Cheerwine in wierd places (without the mother unfortunately). Enjoy-Jn
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