egyptian chalk drawings

egyptian chalk drawings

how god made everything: explaining the solar system and evolution via driveway chalk drawing to E.W.

Giusto di Notri 2001

Tua Rita: Rosso Toscana, Indicazione Geografica Tipica.
A very nice Tuscan red wine. 75% Cab's / 25% Merlot. It was darker and more full bodied than your average cab, but also very smooth with a not-too-overwhelming fruitiness. My wife usually doesn't like the heavier wines (like straight up merlots) but she did enjoy her glass.

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archive:
a short play in one act, 1999

crap:
music video idea, 2005
correspondence, 2005

songs:
song titles, 2005
lyrics, 2005
song titles, 2005

just a great nerdy link

http://www.galmarley.com/FAQs_pages/monetary_history_faqs.htm

quote

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.

John Milton (1608 - 1674)

quote

We are more ready to try the untried when what we do is inconsequential. Hence the fact that many inventions had their birth as toys.

Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)

song titles

"Tertiary Girl"
"please don't take this as a compliment: i love you"
"quaternary kiss"

"I've been Buried Alive (And I Love It)"
"still i wont turn over in my grave"
"god damn smoke free caskets"

"It's Fun To Hang Out When You're Buried Alive"
"Tea For One In My Grave"
"Being Buried Alive Sucks - NOT"
"There Isn't Much Room To Masturbate When You're Buried Alive, But It's Do-Able and It's Worth It"

"i think my casket is next to yours"
"buried alive with a fucking crazy coke'd up chicken"
"size six casket wheat grass diet"
"the great big book of crosswords for the afterlife"

"professor salamander regrows the arm he lost in the bear trap of introspection"
"it's just forever once"
"extreme makover: casket edition"
"rest in peace with the casket club"

quote

"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."
-Phillip K. Dick

song title / lyrics

"warm"

(intro)
i walk home alone
step over cracks in the sidewalk
in time, my frosty breath and i
pass through the gate we shut last night

i build a snowman drunk in the back yard
i startles you in the morning sun
and by the time i arise
it's tumbled over, melting, and it's warm
... and it's warm

verse
in the morning just before the dawn
i put on my hood, though the cloth is torn
to the hill where the wind won't call my name
i am chilled to the bone now just the same

chorus
i go someplace warm,
someplace warm

in the morning just before the dawn
...i peel the blankets off
and root around for the lights i burned
...just before i fell asleep
am i flesh or am i stone?
...the cold and the smoke on the porch cry out
i am chilled to the bone now just the same
...to the bone now

i go someplace warm,
someplace warm

outtro
another piece of the wind
that don't know how to follow me
(repeat and fade)

bombarding you

i'm going to attempt to give a snapshot of what is going on nowadays, while the a.j. is sleeping. prepare for a bombardment of disjointed details. my wife and e.w. are playing with friends at the kids indoor playground at the ymca. i was puttering around the house, not trying to make too much noise, but also trying to clean up a bit. the laptop is here on the kitchen table again, thanks to the wireless router. when i picked it up just now i noticed that it is quite warm. i decided that since it was sitting here all this time i would blog. i fired it up earlier when e.w. was still here, in hopes that i could entertain him with a few internet videos. we started out trying to find a clip of the giant squid that was recently caught off the coast of anarctica, by new zealand fishermen. we did not succeed in finding a video. we also tried discovery.com, but that was not working (is it the flash player?). lastly, we settled on videos about planets, which were interesting (thank you video.google.com). before that i was out with the kids returning the unnecessarily large flat panel tv we got last weekend. while we drove the kids watched "lady and the tramp" on the minivan DVD miniscreen. as we drove i could hear the audio and i wished i could be watching too. prior to that, this morning we were having our cereal and listening to the beatles on the iPod, which i have recently brought back to life (in the house at least) by bringing out the old bose iPod speaker cradle thingy, and we were jamming/dancing to "octopus's garden", "yellow submarine", and "help". doing that made me want to go and check out all of the old chords to that music and learn to play it for the kids. speaking of iPods, i bought one for my wife last year and she never uses it. however, now that she works out and runs, i'm thinking she will use it if i program some running playlists for her. also, i have to load on all the kids CD's; since she's always looking for CD's she can't find for them... it's about time she know the wonders of loading everything onto and mp3 player and never touching a CD again. it plugs right into her car, which is also nice. what else... the house is a mess since we are in the middle of three or four little weekend projects: cleaning out the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, handing shades, re-arranging the playroom in the basement, and so on. isn't my life exciting? oh, and last night we went out to dinner at the "chimney rock" in gillette. mike b. met us there. i came there straight from work and we had a beer and chatted before the wife & kids arrived. a.j. was relatively well behaved at dinner, wiggling and pacing around in the booth between me & uncle mike. after a.j. was simply unable to be contained, i took him over to the front of the restaurant and we played ms. pacman together, which went well. he also liked galaga. arkanoid would have been fun, but the controller wasn't really right for it, and it was impossible to play. ...ok, i think that's enough. i feel that i have appeased the gods of blogging for today.

mark this day

mark this day. today is the day i passed a milestone of ageing. i just set the font size on my laptop to "large" from "normal". my eyes can't take these tiny fonts. or maybe i need glasses? whatever. i was just discussing ageing with a friend, after looking at some old pictures that i had posted on another blog. we spoke about how we are noticeably larger as well. such is life.

"Small tyrants, threatened by big,
sincerely believe
they love Liberty."

- W.H. Auden, City Without Walls

learn more about milk every day

DairyLine.com

The Museum of Anti-Alcohol Posters

Антиалкогольные плакаты

Outside the Reina Sofia

Off to Madrid. Since I studied a bit or Art history while in college, when I learned that I would have a business meeting in Madrid, I immediately thought of the art museums there. When I made my travel plans, I tried to think ahead and figure out when and how I could visit the Prado. I looked at the website before I left, and noted that it looked like a short cab ride away form the hotel. When I arrived in Madrid on the morning of 22 Jan, I checked in, and then took a cab over to the museum. When i arrived, it was drizzling. The Prado is a huge place, and reminded me a bit of the Met in NYC. It was place was under renovation, with the main entrance blocked off by construction. It was also closed, because it was a Monday. great planning on my part. I met a lady selling useless maps, and she was nice enough to direct me to the Reina Sofia Museum, down the street. I bought a useless map. I walked to the Reina Sofia, which I liken to the MoMA. Inside I saw many interesting things. Very many Picasso paintings and etchings on one floor. Another floor was a featured exhibit, a labyrinth of dimly lit rooms with TV sets everywhere that ran loops of odd tv footage, and also a room-sized exhibit with deflated plastic cushions all over the floor (you had to take off yr shoes) and grease covering the walls & ceiling. When I left the museum I bought a post card at the gift shop, which I would later send to my niece in Denmark. After that I went outside, and took a picture of myself with an interesting building in the background... some big terminal. I would later learn that it is the Atocha train station, the location/origin of the 11Mar2004 train bombings.