new look

Inspired by a friend and a keeping-up-with-the-jones delusion, I have changed the look of this blog. I mention it in the event that nobody notices.

To commemorate this event, here is a random picture of doves. I found them to be both beautiful and delicious.

art

"True art is born from suffering." - Heidegger. Or Kierkegaard. Or one of those kinds of guys, probably.

Anyway, I know I suffered to get this picture, but I think my bathroom project suffered the most.

infinity

This is a photofriday submission for the theme "infinity." Representing infinity reminds me of the joke about having a state map that's actual size. I like the spiral because it invites the imagination to keep following the lines, which is about all we can do regarding infinity.

Disclosure: I'm pretty sure I've used this picture on this blog before. I reserve the right to use it infinitely.

with apologies . . .

. . . a deceased pet poem.

Mutt

No one really got you.
“What breed is that?”
we’d hear, or even
“that dog’s crazy.”

Complex is more like it.
You could be aloof,
affectionate, antsy,
obedient, devious,
curious, oblivious,
gluttonous, generous,
ebullient, eager, lazy -
thrilled to be alive.

And you always
smelled pretty good.
At least until the end,
when your own cells
rebelled against the
demands of cleanliness.

Maybe that’s what
finally did you in:
a gene pool too rich
for its own good.

Your blueprint of self
possessed a degree
of individuation
incompatible with
this picky world.

So somewhere in
your saga of
molecular independence
you stopped being you,
and with such short notice
became part of the rest.

what is that?

Well, obviously it's a donut on a pine tree. Duh!

This is who wants to know.

my autobiographies

I read here about a book that collects six word autobiographies from people. To be clear, exactly six words. Just like that last sentence was. Oh my God, that one too!

Anyway, I was compelled to come up with some, but as you'll see I'm not so good at the sort of true encapsulations that are really called for here. The article referenced above has much better examples, but for the time being this is what I've got.

Fiber: not just for breakfast anymore.

A new year, another awkward phase.

Rejection letter: this is a story?

If only chicks dug back hair.

Some promise. Some results. Oh well.

Five stories - you be the judge. You, reader, go and do likewise.