Archive for November, 2009
A Decade of Beta
My wife screamed and fell to the floor in the bathroom. It was late and it was sciatica. Very bad sciatica. I called our friend saying only, “We need you.” She arrived in less than three minutes. We drove to the hospital leaving the care of our little boy with another friend. They hooked up all those things they hook
When Worlds Collide
There are, I have decided, Two Worlds within which every parent walks, one foot firmly (or not so firmly) planted in each. There is: What You See World and What You Don’t See World. What You See World looks like some of this: High Powered Cute Redhead Scientist Wife conducts herself with the utmost professionalism and decorum. She is from Mississippi.
It Was Funny To Me
The span of time over which this thing played itself out covered roughly sixteen hours from start to finish. After a shoot me challenging week, it landed in me as one of the most hilarious things I’ve experienced in a while. Which actually isn’t true, in and of itself…but really an overcompensation in light of the please shoot me challenging
The War Games of Love (Part I)
When this story from A Beautiful Hell was first written, no image accompanied it. But this particular photo was taken just the other evening. It should be noted, I did not attempt frying eggs in an iron skillet. Just for the record. First, gather all the clothing you own. All of it. Then put it in a canon. Now shoot
Outside In
Colorado is at it again, and I’m wondering if we’re all really getting the hint. The skies don’t typically unload with this frequency until March and April, and, then, it’s with a humidity not unlike the snows out east, bringing ice, snow we used to call “good-packing” (read: the snow balls will leave a mark), and breaking whatever branches had
Yes. And No.
Yes, that’s my foot. And, yes, I’m just screwing around with a friend’s camera as I try and decide which one to get. And, yes, that’s a tattoo. And, yes, I have two. And, no, you can’t see the other one. And, no, I’m not explaining why. Because why comes into focus when I explain where. And, no, I’m not
Insolent
I turn on the lamp this morning to try and figure out what Space-Time Continuum Starship Todd has landed in this time, and see the big fat Golden Retarded all curled up in the chair, which he KNOWS he’s not allowed to curl up in with his big fat butt. He doesn’t even pretend anymore. And don’t be fooled by
Short List
A short list of several things I’ve never quite known how to piece together. Not a lot to this one, so just bear with me. Q-tips with no…well, no tips. I don’t know why. I just came into the bedroom and there they were, in this pile, on my bed. Left there. Again, no idea, but if The Blair Witch
The Human Formerly Known as Alpha Male
The little imp learned how to make me laugh years before this photo was taken. And the day I snapped that shot, he was in the garden, between rows of corn, doing his best to win the staring contest. The loser smiled first. I lost a lot of those contests. Ten years later, his sense of humor still firmly intact,
