Monday, May 25, 2009


Thursday, May 21, 2009

the unreasonable dreamer in me is always thinking about the next exciting trip we can take

If I didn't have Kiffy to bring me back down to earth and remind me that my big dreams are a little too excessive for our penniless state, I'd probably be sleeping under a freeway overpass somewhere in Los Angeles.

BUT, this time we've come to an agreement that in T minus 365 days we'll embark on the road trip of our lives!! The planning is officially underway.

The plan is to take one month next summer and drive cross-country so we can explore the good ole' USA.

We figure it's about 3,500 miles, give or take a few, from California to the East coast. We're not quite sure of the routes we'll take yet. But I do know that I plan on eating fried green tomatoes, stopping in as many podunk towns as possible, and seeing Coney Island.

Any suggestions of must-sees we shouldn't miss?

I'm looking forward to the open road. Until then, we'll be packing this baby with our spare change to keep the dream alive!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A twitch of the scalp

I have one. 27 hours without sleep and counting . . .

Question: at what point does lack of sleep become dangerous?

Sunday, May 17, 2009

And they will have children with beautiful eyes

For more, check out grafia photography!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

My sentiments exactly

Analyze this!

"Children's Games" by Brueghel

The poem by William Carlos Williams about the painting by Brueghel:

Children's Games


This is a schoolyard
with children

of all ages near a village
on a small stream
meandering by

where some boys
are swimming

or climbing a tree in leaf
is motion

elder women are looking
after the small

a play wedding a
nearby one leans

an empty hogshed


Little girls
whirling their skirts about
until they stand out flat

tops pinwheels
to run in the wind with
or a toy in 3 tiers to spin

with a piece
of twine to make it go
blindman's-buff follow the

leader stilts
high and low tipcat jacks
bowls hanging by the knees

standing on your head
run the gauntlet
a dozen on their backs

feet together kicking
through which a boy must pass
roll the hoop or a

made of bricks
some mason has abandoned


The desperate toys
of children

imagination equilibrium
and rocks
which are to be

and games to drag

the other down
to make use of

a swinging
with which

at random
to bash in the
heads about

Brueghel saw it all
and with his grim

humor faithfully

Monday, May 11, 2009

Love this kid for various reasons . . .

one being that he does what I say