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!