spot of eagle

See that winged speck? That's a bald eagle.

wispy

stolen

My parents found this safe in the woods by their house. They haven't moved it. We discovered the cashbox while I was visiting them. Most likely, this is the result of a long-ago convenience store robbery. The door appears to have been blown off with an explosive.

former animal portraiture

animal portraiture

a couple of weeks ago, i was picture takin' for my job. this is part of a series of one tree. one tree and all it's little parts, including these folks roosting at the top.

salem

I grew up in Salem, Missouri. While off for a few days around Christmas (Jewish family, actually),I went back armed with quite a bit of film. Here's the first installment of photos. A couple of these were double exposures. While I'm quite happy with the way they turned out (who doesn't want to turn their dad into a freakish ghost in coveralls?), I must admit they were mistakes. Happy accidents.

man a tee

what if...?

what if the videos i transcribe were turned into plays? these would be lines in such long-winded things:

TM: Veggie stirfry. We had that yesterday. That was good.

JM: Macaroni and cheese.

helpful

My friend James is writing a short story involving carnies and con men during the depression. I have not read this story, but I offered to complete it for him. These were his options:

1. And then, with one swift motion, the hot dog was entirely devoured. It was gone and in it’s place was my sadness. The sadness of leaving something behind. But it was not left behind. It was in my stomach. Intestines, mechanically separated chicken. Bits of sawdust. Bits of rat.

2. For all the world could see the impact of the carnie. Bright colors and bad taste. They will be with us forever. Forever and a day.

3. Love for the bearded woman was shed like so many pounds from the fat woman. It was over. It was all over and I was crushed. Literally, crushed.

questions

so, friends, i just want some input: should i make prints of my illustrations and perhaps sell them? would you buy them? would someone?

also, who reads this? just say hi.

hay is for horses

bears. oh my.

i think this has to be the next nonfiction book i read. "bears: a brief history

speaking of chinese things, i'm a rooster. i'm a cock.

you are extinct

this article makes me feel crappy about being human. http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/05/world/asia/05turtle.html

this is the planet's last known female Yangtze soft-shell turtle. she's about 80 years old and lives in this really crappy looking zoo in china.

are sexy

because i have myself listed as middle eastern on myspace, i get weird ads for middle eastern dating sites online. this is probably the weirdest one yet.