Archive for January, 2010
Got It
Take a look at the photograph. Take a nice, long look. And brace yourself. BECAUSE IT WAS TAKEN WITH THE CAMERA I WANT! YAY!! It gives me great pleasure to announce to one and all: Whine-Aid was a success. A massive success! And yesterday, with the final contribution to Shut Him The Hell Up About The &*$@! Camera He Doesn’t
Tree Fortress
The other day Alpha Male came FLYING into my studio all amped up and animated (gets it from his mother) and talking non-stop at 90 miles per hour with gusts up to 120. “Dude—breathe. What are you talking about?” “Me and [names of other hoodlums he hangs out with who, every single one of them, are indeed hoodlums…but the good
Where There’s Smoke
Is there anything finer, anything more languid than a quiet winter morn with a cup of coffee and the company of a good book? Does any other respite from life’s goings on calm and soothe the soul quite like this? I mean besides a little dog yapping outside your window like it just got its Alpo mixed up with Red
Working On It, Part II
Alright, it must be the full moon tonight. Because, once again, I’m compelled to let loose with the unthinkable and post another installment of Endure The Night. This is the beginning, just the beginning of chapter one, and it introduces what will be a continuing fixture starting each one. Namely, a conversation between God and someone else (whose identity will
More Is Less
Something really good happened today. And it surprised me considerably because I really didn’t expect to close the evening genuinely glad that I didn’t get all I wanted. Unless you’ve been under a rock for either the last 24 hours, the last week, the last several months, or (for those who know their technological history) the last ten years, you
No More Faking
Well, friends…things aren’t looking so good for our little Octavius. Everything you’re about to read, and every photograph you’re about to see actually happened shortly after Christmas. And, to give credit where credit is due, we’ve our good friend Kendall over at The Ink to thank for grabbing my Not The Camera I Want camera and covering the event like
The Kitchen Table Recipes
As promised, the recipes from our evening at The Kitchen Table cooking dishes renown in the Bordeaux region of France (now with metric conversions, and apologies to our European readers). Mushrooms with Cream and Brandy on Brioche á Tête 2 oz. (59.14 ml) Butter 1 oz. (29.57 ml) Olive Oil 1/2# (0.22 kg) Mushrooms, quartered 1 Shallot, minced 4 Garlic Cloves,
The Sixteenth Sense
Okay, remember that scene where the little boy is standing in the kitchen looking completely normal and benign? And his mom is walking around doing normal and benign mom things? And then she steps into the little mudroom or whatever the room is, just off the kitchen? And then she steps back in and sees something that made every person
The Kitchen Table
(Literary Disclaimer: Not a lot of ha-ha to this post, but I’m pressed for time and thought I better make good since three people today have all wondered where the heck I’ve been) (Photographic Disclaimer: None of these photos, nice as they are, were taken with The Camera I Don’t Have Yet. The only reason they look halfway decent is
A Special Kind of Stupid
Okay, I’ve put this off as long as I could. That is, until I was sure. And this, folks, is one for the record books. You’ll recall my realizing that my vision was getting weirder and weirder by the day. You’ll recall how I brilliantly deduced that this meant that the years had caught up with Opey and, try as
