Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Rain, rain, go away.


Its Been Raining - Kimya Dawson

It rained for 7 days straight last week. Almost constantly, it rained. It seemed biblical. Let's be clear here. In Florida, it's supposed to rain every day, but just for half an hour around four in the afternoon. Everything was flooding because so much of this town is at or below sea level. It was a mess. And yesterday was gorgeous. And today was gorgeous, until I went to get into my car. Then it was deluge time again. And here I am, playing around online, even though I should load my car with the food that I don't want poisoned by poison gas. Also, I need to load clothes for the next three days, and tomorrow's bike stuff. And here I sit, playing around online.

I couldn't go outside tonight. Dark and rainy, that's what it was, and I like my camera, so I don't want it water damaged. And that means it's time for more stuff from my apartment.

First of all, it's a picture of my ukuleles. So you know, I cannot play them. I can noodle around poorly, and I can invent ridiculously simple two chord songs that don't sound very good. I keep thinking I should take a couple of lessons. Enough to build on...
From More stuff from my house


I've watched a lot of Mad Men lately, and I have a great amount of respect for the suffering of the women of the 50's and 60's. People should not be treated as second class citizens. That said, I still cannot help but love pinup art from the 50's:
From More stuff from my house


My oldest friend, Fluffy will be old enough to run for President next year:
From More stuff from my house


I'm not usually a sports guy outside of bike racing, but in April/May/June, playoffs hockey and basketball are compelling. Go Wings:
From More stuff from my house


When I lived in Michigan, for a very short time, I had a Hawaiian bathroom. It was kitsch Hawaii, but I loved it. I had astroturf, a grass skirt around the sink base, leis around the mirror, tiki gods, and a hula girl shower curtain. I had to ditch the grass things because it turns out I'm very allergic to dried grasses. Anyway, I still have a lot of elements of that bathroom, but my current bathroom is nowhere near as cool.

Here's a Tiki god my dad cast in a 2 qt. milk carton when he was a cub scout:
From More stuff from my house

The Polynesian girl bust I found at a flea market (or was it in my grandma's attic?):
From More stuff from my house

From More stuff from my house

Another flea market find:
From More stuff from my house

Goodwill (or some thrift store) score:
From More stuff from my house


Original work by James Hargett, an Atlanta area painter. We traded paintings when we were in a gallery together in Jacksonville:
From More stuff from my house


My Iron Beer light switch cover. Iron Beer is a Cuban fruit flavored soda. This was really easy to make. Scissors, a switch plate, and a screw driver.
From More stuff from my house


Well, I suppose I should start packing and loading things. It is 10:15, after all. Poop.

Monday, May 25, 2009


Seeing Hands - Dengue Fever

What a trippy, trippy TV show.

I'm sorry to people who like reading this for my absence. Between the end of the school year (12 more days!), bike rides, and endless rain for the past week, I've been dead all the rest of the time, and just haven't felt like posting. After getting my first bike ride in in 9 days, and finding out that my kids have all passed the ridiculous state education test, I'm feeling suddenly energized. The next 2 or three weeks will be tough to get through, but after that, I should be back to normal. Oh, and also, my house is being tented this week. Let's hear it for poison gas. It'll be good to be termite and palmetto bug free, but that stuff creeps me out.

In getting ready for the gas invasion, I'm supposed to take out all opened food containers, pillows, and medicines. I've decided that dog toys should come, too. I washed all of Wes' toys, but there were several that were either torn apart, or on the verge of it. I've been all eco and sewn things up in the past, but it usually doesn't last long. Anyway, here are his friends that are being retired:

It's hard to tell, but this goose is gutted:
From Retired Toys


The Busy Bee has lost an arm and a foot. Sad, sad Busy Bee:
From Retired Toys


This Taco Bell Chihuahua has lost his head and his left, rear leg. What an undignified end for such a prominent pitchman:
From Retired Toys


This pig just seems like he needs a good washing...
From Retired Toys

Until you see its backside...
From Retired Toys


Similarly, Drunken Froggie appears to need a bath and a good night's sleep...
From Retired Toys

But no....he also needs to be un-disemboweled:
From Retired Toys


Poor Mr. pineapple is having a brain hemorrhage:
From Retired Toys


Little Brown Doggie ended up keeping her job, but the t-shirt had to go. It made her look like she'd had a rough night:
From Retired Toys


And finally, Captain Sheep is having problems in his 'private area', but now worry, Wes has at least 2 more sheep:
From Retired Toys


I'm not sure how much I'll be updating over the next couple of weeks, but once summer break starts, I'll be prolific again. Until next time, have a swell day.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

I have been MIA...

I know, I'm sorry! It's been a curious mix of tired, annoyed (there are just over 3 weeks of school left), sick, and just feeling blah. But I'm back, I'm almost feeling energized, and I have photos for you. But first...

Lloyd, Im Ready To Be Heartbroken - Camera Obscura

Looking up...
From A short evening walk


Bombay's Market, from the side. It's got none of the great locals around, but they're there most of the time.
From A short evening walk


One Way. Or less. I like the simple graff.
From A short evening walk


...and the sticker:
From A short evening walk


Hel-lo, housetop!
From A short evening walk


We are porch rails, and we would like repair.
From A short evening walk


This tree, I've heard - in talks around the neighborhood, was considered too dangerous to be left to roam free. It's been tied down for weeks, but it's spirit hasn't given in. Look how it pulls at the ropes:
From A short evening walk


Left to it's own devices, any Florida landscape will take over within a matter of minutes. The last story, the one about the tree, should prepare you for this. I left for my walk, this yard was bare. On the way back home, I see this:
From A short evening walk


Drunken shopping trip?
From Sunday Walk


I'm not sure what this barrel holds, but there's a tube into the bathroom of the house.
From Sunday Walk


Need booze, food, darts or pool? Perhaps the Gigglin' Gator is for you.
From Sunday Walk


This garage would look perfect with some Dharma Initiative vans in front of it:
From Sunday Walk


And, goodnight. I'm gonna go watch Don and Betty Draper carry on their uncomfortable and dysfunctional marriage, surrounded as it is by beautiful clothes and furnishings. Why didn't I discover Mad Men when it was new? Thank goodness for DVD.
From A short evening walk

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Forgive me, please...


These Things - She Wants Revenge

I hope you'll forgive me for geeking out for a second on Fringe again:
So...Peter is actually a parallel universe(PU) Peter because the original Peter died in 1985? Did Walter steal him from parallel Walter? How awful.
Also...is Nina Sharp's right arm gone because it was chopped off in a PU? And Olivia's ability to switch to parallel Olivia's consciousness is because of her Cortexaphan testing as a child? What a handy way to meet with William Bell in the WTC. I kept looking at this episode and thinking, how are they gonna wrap this up nicely in the next 10 minutes, and yet, not only did they wrap things up for the season, they made me giddy with geeky questions at the end. Nicely done, Fringe crew.

Now...I've been all stuffy nosed. I've been phlegmy throated, I've been headachey that makes you weep and nauseous. I've been over busy and over tired. I'm glad to be mellow and up for writing tonight.

Friday, I took a walk downtown, where St. Augustine hosted a Snoop Dogg concert on Friday night. It was really odd for there to be a concert on the events field in town. Odder still to have it be someone who uses so much profanity on stage. Let me be clear here. I love profanity. I have a foul, foul mouth, and a dark sense of humor sometimes. I don't often swear in anger, I don't do a lot of anger. I do, however, like to swear for the fun of it. However, as a teacher, and as a person, I know that too much is just noise pollution for a lot of people, so I use it judiciously. Snoop, however, has no such constraints, and St. Augustine was echoing Friday with things like, "Put ya muthaf*****n' hands in the air!" Um...I'm not sure I see the city being keen on that. Even so, it was fun to watch.

I've never been a big Snoop fan. I like him in small doses. Maybe in a feature role on someone's song, or a bit on a TV show. It was still pretty cool, though. He wasn't as good live as I'd hoped, but the novelty of catching a concert for free by standing on a sidewalk downtown, while the people who'd paid were inside the fence, was pretty neat.

Anyway, I've taken some evening walk pics lately, and I thought I'd drop a bunch of them here.


Adorable Neighborhood Cat Toys With Debilitated Anole
From Evening Walks

Cats are master killers!


Police stops seemed to be up on Friday...hmmm...hip hop in town means there's more police presence!
From Evening Walks



Love this entrance, so institutional...
From Evening Walks



Find your home, Saphi:
From Evening Walks



Hello, Sidewalk Chalkers:
From Evening Walks

From Evening Walks

From Evening Walks



Love this house:
From Evening Walks



"Stay out of my yard!"
From Evening Walks



Alleys rock! People have such nice houses from up front, but the backs of their houses and garages are so much cooler looking from the back.
From Evening Walks



Tiiiiiiiiiiin Roof! Rusted!
From Evening Walks



Nice weathering on this sign:
From Evening Walks



Sad, dead-eyed cat. I want to take her to the vet and spend all the money on her to make her healthy and not sad looking. As it is, she looks pretty spooky.
From Evening Walks
From Evening Walks



And it's Bo, my friend Nancy's neighbor dog. Bo's a goofy boy, but he's sweet.
From Evening Walks
From Evening Walks



Have a swell time, and remember this wisdom from my favorite headline of the day: Freaks Survive Because They Are Strange.