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PSYCHO-SEMANTIC?
Mon Jun 22
One time, Vassar College had a rainbow over it. I followed my nose and found the pot of gold, but then Cappy saw me and told me about the recession (which I was formerly clueless about), and I felt bad and handed the sack o’ gold right over. I shoulda kept it though, cuz lord knows everyone’s dream is to fill a swimming pool with golden coins and swim through it like in that movie about Donald Duck (or was it Richie Rich?).
One time, Vassar College had a rainbow over it. I followed my nose and found the pot of gold, but then Cappy saw me and told me about the recession (which I was formerly clueless about), and I felt bad and handed the sack o’ gold right over. I shoulda kept it though, cuz lord knows everyone’s dream is to fill a swimming pool with golden coins and swim through it like in that movie about Donald Duck (or was it Richie Rich?).
Baby Reed and the green man of Albany, NY.
Baby Reed and the green man of Albany, NY.
Simon loves Jesus and Frank Zappa loves Simon.
Simon loves Jesus and Frank Zappa loves Simon.
Found this photo of my dogs and I from a couple of years ago… probably the last one taken of us before the black one’s (Maggie’s) untimely death and then the slow digression and eventual death of the white/grey one (Olive). Pets are the best, and they always look good. Miss!
Found this photo of my dogs and I from a couple of years ago… probably the last one taken of us before the black one’s (Maggie’s) untimely death and then the slow digression and eventual death of the white/grey one (Olive). Pets are the best, and they always look good. Miss!
Today I got a new phone! Of course, this entailed dealing with my old phone… i.e. e-mailing myself all the old jpgs so that they won’t be forever stuck in the depths of an out-moded cellular device (I’m far too cheap for a memory card). Found some gems on there, especially from the time before my camera broke and became a dark blurry void place. Here’s one from the red hell kitchen at 104 college ave. Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.
Today I got a new phone! Of course, this entailed dealing with my old phone… i.e. e-mailing myself all the old jpgs so that they won’t be forever stuck in the depths of an out-moded cellular device (I’m far too cheap for a memory card). Found some gems on there, especially from the time before my camera broke and became a dark blurry void place. Here’s one from the red hell kitchen at 104 college ave. Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.
Thu Jun 18
Rainy days of summer make me miss glorious fall foliage, where the sun is hot but the air is cool, and a single spark could set everything up in flames.
Rainy days of summer make me miss glorious fall foliage, where the sun is hot but the air is cool, and a single spark could set everything up in flames.
Alas, my days of rockstardom ended earlier than expected.
Alas, my days of rockstardom ended earlier than expected.
Sometimes people can fly!
Sometimes people can fly!
Triangle Time Machine Sketch
Triangle Time Machine Sketch
Went fishing at Shelburne Pond a couple of days ago. I caught a perch and my dad caught a sunfish. Would have been a perfect day, had the upper half of my dad’s body not started to float away…
Went fishing at Shelburne Pond a couple of days ago. I caught a perch and my dad caught a sunfish. Would have been a perfect day, had the upper half of my dad’s body not started to float away…
Tue Jun 16
come find me here today
come find me here today
Mon Jun 15
This is the house that I grew up in, located on Irish Hill Rd. in Shelburne, Vermont. It is a 200 year old farm house that my dad basically transformed from a dilapidated shack into a charismatic, charming and slightly off-kilter home. I’ve lived here since I was two or three years old, and this summer my mom is selling it. I’ve had a hard time coming to terms with the idea that I will never again be able to call this place my home, as I have a deep love for every nook and cranny of each square foot. There was a good quote by Andy Rooney on 60 Minutes one day last week. Rooney was sorting through all of the junk piles in his office, wondering why he never felt like he could throw all those old letters and lists and piles of stuff away. He said, “Sometimes I wonder, how much of my life should I spend trying to remember the rest of my life?” God dang, that’s a nutty question.

This is the house that I grew up in, located on Irish Hill Rd. in Shelburne, Vermont. It is a 200 year old farm house that my dad basically transformed from a dilapidated shack into a charismatic, charming and slightly off-kilter home. I’ve lived here since I was two or three years old, and this summer my mom is selling it. I’ve had a hard time coming to terms with the idea that I will never again be able to call this place my home, as I have a deep love for every nook and cranny of each square foot.

There was a good quote by Andy Rooney on 60 Minutes one day last week. Rooney was sorting through all of the junk piles in his office, wondering why he never felt like he could throw all those old letters and lists and piles of stuff away. He said, “Sometimes I wonder, how much of my life should I spend trying to remember the rest of my life?”

God dang, that’s a nutty question.