weighing and wanting or where have we been?

I just love this picture:

We saw planes:

Blast was there:


We've found ways to occupy our time:

On a different day:

Soon, we will be three.

My Momma's Tweets!

She says:

We have our Galihad and the world will CHANGE. Sweet Day in the morning.

watching the returns. hoping with the world that a once and future king has returned, about 21 hours ago from web

Did the deed. Did what I could for our boy. 4:38 AM yesterday from txt

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Nothing Left but the Shouting

28 days, the moon will be back in the last quarter on the night the baby is supposed to come.





nothing to do but wait wait as her belly grows and grows.

Chickens back from the shore!

Yes, we are about to have a child but I would have loved this no matter what:

we (was) so rich

I love you too, motherfucker
happy birthday

who's got the illest ringtones now?

Beth sent me a series of verbal photographs with no images
this one she did backwards
this image reads:
"my name tag in the trash after we all said goodbye to you."

Almost Famous... Sort of

Well, my mug is still up at SF City Hall.

1978

yearbookyourself.com

Thank You Christine!

8th Sign of the Apocalypse

8. The little children will be smote by a giant turd flying out of control.

So it is written and so it has come to pass.



Artist, Paul McCarthy's piece "Complex Shit," which is a house-sized inflatable dog turd, broke free from its restraints on the night of July 31st to fulfill its destiny. The giant turd flew away from the Swiss sculpture garden and crashed into a children's home. Apperantly, it took out some power lines on the way as well.

Suffer the little children indeed.

click here for more info, or if you don't believe me

WTF Gmail

Gmail this is unacceptable.
I do not accept your apology.
Get yourself together.
You're making yourself look sloppy!



I've heard the theory put forward that Gmail was hacked by the Russians, in which case I'm sorry Gmail and I await your safe return.

Daniel My Brother

Thus passes the glory of the world

2:29 PM Daniel: ok; we talk soon

funny that we dont use the phone, but i can understand it too

2:30 PM in any case i love you and miss you and look forward to living near each other smoe day

me: the west is calling you and always love

Daniel: i hear it.

soon.


For 31 years the world had a good man.
My heart hangs heavy.

2008

My favorite Post-it

This is my favorite post-it ever. The original used to live on my fridge but it was lost in the move sadly. Nancy slipped it to me in class (back when we were grad students.)


P.S. Nancy I was never annoyed by you and you are missed!

Visible Woman Meet Sock Baby

Meet Sock Baby!

Our visible woman spontaneously eviscerated herself the same day sock baby arrived.

We think she could sense the new presence in the house and felt unwanted.

How will we ever put her back together again?

Who are these people and what are they trying to tell me?

I checked out a sad and dark book about ash, Apocalypse, endurance and a shopping cart from the Oakland Public Library. Inside someone had left some cryptic items which strangely influenced the story for me.


A photo labeled Feb 1981:

A card from a card catalogue:


The painting referenced by the card:

What does it all mean? IDK
But if you have any information about the characters in the photo please let them know that I have returned their photo to the book and the book to the library.

Boca, The Place Not the Burger

Things I learned on our trip to Boca:

1. Blowing tufts of air at people in the airport will keep them from being terrorists
2. Red-eyes aren't so bad when you're traveling east. (We will do it again even with Blast)
3. Even if nobody mentions that your sister is visiting as well- it is always fun to see her.
4. If there is a repeated wheater advisory telling you to stay in doors at all costs you will probably get drenched if you try to go for a walk.
4. Humidity can be a good thing
5. Chihuahuas can be cute as long as they are called Ramon

6. My Grandpa Chuck loves WD
7. Soy is hard for pregnant people to digest
8. Ice cream can be more expensive than at BiRite
9. I will never get bored as long as there is a beach or a pool
10 I miss my Daddy

A couple of entertaining things

Barack Obama is your new bicycle!

and



check it out
blublu.org

Momma ain't gonna raise no bastard now!

SUPREME COURT RULED TODAY!
"in contrast to earlier times, our state now recognizes that an individual’s capacity to establish a loving and long-term committed relationship with another person and responsibly to care for and raise children does not depend upon the individual’s sexual orientation, and, more generally, that an individual’s sexual orientation — like a person’s race or gender — does not constitute a legitimate basis upon which to deny or withhold legal rights. We therefore conclude that in view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship, the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples"

Pale Pink

This fuzzy pink line means that roughly 12 weeks ago our live began to change dramatically. I could have never imagined that something so faint and barely there could mean so much and make me so happy.

I Love You, Madame Librarian

I found this article when I was feeling a little bad about not having an Oakland Public Library card. I still have my SF one but... Anyway, I learned alot of valuable life lessons for the first time from Mr. Vonnegut and he is missed.



I Love You, Madame Librarian
by Kurt Vonnegut

I, like probably most of you, have seen Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11. Its title is a parody of the title of Ray Bradbury’s great science fiction novel, Fahrenheit 451. This temperature 451° Fahrenheit, is the combustion point, incidentally, of paper, of which books are composed. The hero of Bradbury’s novel is a municipal worker whose job is burning books.

And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.

So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.

And still on the subject of books: Our daily sources of news, papers and TV, are now so craven, so unvigilant on behalf of the American people, so uninformative, that only in books can we find out what is really going on. I will cite an example: House of Bush, House of Saud by Craig Unger, published near the start of this humiliating, shameful blood-soaked year.

In case you haven’t noticed, and as a result of a shamelessly rigged election in Florida, in which thousands of African Americans were arbitrarily disenfranchised, we now present ourselves to the rest of the world as proud, grinning, jut-jawed, pitiless war lovers, with appallingly powerful weaponry and unopposed.

In case you haven’t noticed, we are now almost as feared and hated all over the world as the Nazis were.

With good reason.

In case you haven’t noticed, our unelected leaders have dehumanized millions and millions of human beings simply because of their religion and race. We wound and kill ’em and torture ’em and imprison ’em all we want.

Piece of cake.

In case you haven’t noticed, we also dehumanize our own soldiers, not because of their religion or race, but because of their low social class.

Send ’em anywhere. Make ’em do anything.

Piece of cake.

The O’Reilly Factor.

So I am a man without a country, except for the librarians and the Chicago-based magazine you are reading, In These Times.

Before we attacked Iraq, the majestic New York Times guaranteed that there were weapons of mass destruction there.

Albert Einstein and Mark Twain gave up on the human race at the end of their lives, even though Twain hadn’t even seen World War I. War is now a form of TV entertainment. And what made WWI so particularly entertaining were two American inventions, barbed wire and the machine gun. Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don’t you wish you could have something named after you?

Like my distinct betters Einstein and Twain, I now am tempted to give up on people too. And, as some of you may know, this is not the first time I have surrendered to a pitiless war machine.

My last words? “Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse.”

Napalm came from Harvard. Veritas!

Our president is a Christian? So was Adolf Hitler.

What can be said to our young people, now that psychopathic personalities, which is to say persons without consciences, without a sense of pity or shame, have taken all the money in the treasuries of our government and corporations and made it all their own?

The Crooked Man aka Stranger Danger

Dani and I went to Children's Fairyland this weekend (we can walk to it from our new house :) Built in 1950 it is the first American theme park. It's hard to believe that this strange little corner of Lake Merritt somehow spawned Disney. We met our friends David and Derrick and their son (who is almost 3 and was our ticket in.)

I loved it! All the attractions had a clear 1950's edge to them; before the world of childhood was turned sugary sweet and overly age appropriate. Check out this The Crooked Man:

Look at his creepy eye, exaggerated features, and cob webs (as if the spiders were adding their two cents to the story.) It reminds me of what I loved about my childhood-- Never again will I feel that same mixture of shear joy tinged with absolute terror.

I wear my cartography hat!

How do I get to the boats?

Death Valley Resuscitated

Death Valley really gussied itself up for us this time. The colors were amazing. I mean who knew that the desert could be green? The desert flowers were blooming, the kangaroo rats were scampering and we were giggling uncontrollably as we rolled into Boyscout Camp at 2 am. (On previous trips we turned our noses up at Boyscout Camp thinking that it wasn't rough and ready enough for us but actually its the perfect place to crash and then make a quick get away in the morning.)

On Saturday (our only full day) we drove to Leadfield. Leadfield sort of seems like a funny tragedy. It was only a town for a year in the 20's during a mining boom that resulted from "wild and distorted advertising." The desert is full of bizarre, tragic endings that ultimately go unnoticed. (see Pete Aguereberry in addition to the story in the link Poor Aguereberry eventually found gold but it was stolen while he was at church)

Even the rocks seemed to be in bloom.

The way out of Leadfield is a one way road through Titus Canyon. So beautiful and amazing! This was only the beginning

The Racetrack, my favorite, where the rocks move by themselves but only when no one is looking. It is 20 miles in on a dirt road so bumpy it took us 2 hours to get there. But I don't care, it is always worth it!

Hi Andy

Ubehebe Crater

On the way home we took a route that we had only traveled at night and were amazed at what we had be missing. Kern River is beautiful, the Yuba still has my heart but I do have a wandering eye for Kern.

Plus while driving we passed through some sort of blossoming jasmine farm that filled the air with the most intense smell of jasmine I had ever sniffed.