It was my pappy's first Father's Day so I took it kind of easy on him and I think he enjoyed himself immensely.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Le Bath, pt. 3
As soon as the rest of the world learns my secret language, they'll think I'm so dang funny. Here, I offer a rejoinder to a saucy and, dare I add, insouciant measuring cup.
Le Bath, pt. 2
Today we pose for Jacques-Louis David for a new Marat, and for Eugene Delacroix's new version of Liberty Guiding the People. Or at least I should. Because in my well-scrubbed mad fandago of late-infantilistic brio, I believe we see something superbe et émouvant.
Le Bath, pt. 1
Yo, ho ho, a bather's life for me. I think I am a fish, a little fish, with blue polka dots. This theory is often called into question once water actually gets on my face, but up to that point it is, doubtless, verity.
Downward Puppy
As I always point out, in the sixth chapter of the Bhaganad Gita, Sri Krishna gives the lowdown to Arjuna on yoga as a badass strategem to minimize the existential reality of sorrow. "'When his mind, intellect and ahamkara are controlled, freed from restless desire, so that they rest in the spirit within, one becomes Yukta."
New digs
So I just got a great deal on this new condo, and they say there are no great real estate deals left in California. Sure it's cozy and even a little small, but I see it as a springboard towards, one day, that tuscan villa.
Walk tall...
and carry a big bicycle.
Yes, that's me, ten months old and carrying a rusty old Schwinn around.
Yes, that's me, ten months old and carrying a rusty old Schwinn around.
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