Saturday, December 29, 2007

David Blaine Street Magic 3

Long awaited, but it has arrived:


Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Monday, December 24, 2007

How Many Five Year Olds Could You Take in a Fight?

26

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Pibbsplosion

My son: I love him, but he's a dumbass sometimes. This happens about once a month, on the average.

Nan called up to the loft to tell Nathan that when he got up he'd have a mess to clean up, so he shouted down, "Then I see no incentive to get up today."

By the way, Mr. Pibb is supposed to be a replica of Dr. Pepper, but it's a bullshit replica, because dude didn't even get his degree, says Mitch.
It Ought to Be a Cool Thing

The track looks cool, but I defy you or anybody in this world to successfully get their car through a whole lap. The running go required to make the loop shoots the car across the garage all the way to the wall. Every time.

That's why we've had this track for six years but this is only the second time we've put it together.

But it does look cool.

Friday, December 21, 2007

The Man: Part 6

U.S. probes chocolate makers for price fixing: WSJ | U.S. | Reuters

The Man has gone too far. Now it's personal.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Abandoned but not forgotten

Don't know what it is, but I love photographs of abandoned places. Whenever I get the chance, I want to visit an old coal camp, take some black and white photos, and then make some mosaics of them.

The Gulf Towers is a place where an old widow lived who used to be our hostess at the Top O' The River. She was a part time psychic, I found out one day, and I and a friend of mine went by her apartment so she could read our cards. I can't remember all the details of what she had to say, but I recall feeling uplifted by the kind things she said.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

polar inertia journal

A few weeks ago, on the Friday evening after Thanksgiving, Nan and I were watching TV. Out the window in the valley we saw a helicopter fly by at low altitude. That seemed odd, but you know how you can so easily dismiss odd things.

A while later we got a call from Rachel, who was on her way home from visiting a friend. She said she was stuck in traffic, not more than a quarter mile below the house, within sight of our neighbors' house, who lives in front of us. But there was a wreck right at the foot of our driveway on Highway 421 that was blocking traffic. She didn't know how long she would be.

I gathered Nathan and we walked down the driveway to see what was up. Two vehicles were pointed side by side towards the ditch, apparently having met head on. One was a silver Jimmy, the other was a dark Chevy, like a Corsica. Both vehicles had hit hard. The state police was taking measurements, which was not a good sign. The occupants of the vehicles must have already been taken away, thus explaining the presence of the helicopter. Lots of fire department and law enforcement people were standing around. Big spotlights were set up. Cars were stopped in all directions.

I went back to the house and got a blanket, then walked down to Rachel. I offered her the blanket and to sit with her until the traffic cleared. She opted to walk home instead, talking all the while into her cell phone to her little boyfriend Grant. I elected to pull the car off the road and park it until morning.

I found out later that a young woman driving the Chevy had been killed. She had apparently turned left towards Elk Knob Drive, crossing the path of the Jimmy. She had been pronounced dead at the scene. The driver of the Jimmy is presumably on the mend, but I guess his recovery is not news. On the road in front of our driveway is a complicated pattern of inscrutable orange spray paint marks. The family of the young woman has put a bouquet of plastic flowers in the ditch, beside the bits of glass and plastic.

Highway 421 in front of our house is easily the most dangerous stretch of road in Lee County. I can think of seven people that have been killed within a mile of our house, in five different wrecks in the past five years or so. That worries me greatly about my kids pulling out or into our driveway.

It takes a busload of faith to get by on, as Lou Reed says. The Polar Inertia Journal, with its section of roadside memorials, got me to thinking.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Christmas

Trying to overcome my current blogger's block. Oh well. Here Baby is tasked where he can do the least harm--to put the candy canes on the tree, and of course he puts them all in a wad, sometimes three to a branch.

Ain't life grand?
Cat Controversy

Well, Nan still calls him Lucibelle and refers to him as "she" and "her." The kids, more modern, accept that she is really a boy and call him Dr. Phil. I call him Lucibelle.

Meanwhile, Lucibelle doesn't seem to care one way or the other.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Sunday, December 09, 2007

A video secret from Post Secret

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Too Cute

If the Saints could beat Tampa Bay, they'd move within one game of the division lead. Tampa Bay had pretty much outplayed them for much of the game, but the defense had kept them in it. One interception had been returned for a touchdown, then a late safety gave the Saints a thin three-point lead with under four minutes left.

On second and 10 near mid-field, Coach Sean Payton called a double reverse gadget play. Reggie Bush, not the most sure-handed of late, bobbled the handoff, then pitched the ball behind Devery Henderson, who has also had his problems with ball-handling. The ball bounced to the turf, Tampa Bay recovered, and went on to score the game-winning touchdown with 14 seconds left. The Saints are now 5-7, three games behind Tampa Bay, who have now beaten them twice.

A more conservative play would not have guaranteed victory in a close game, but can we agree that this was a bad call?

Earlier I had watched the end of the Redskins game against Buffalo, an emotional game in which the Redskins were playing in tribute of their murdered safety, Sean Taylor. Buffalo had gotten down to long field goal range, and just before the snap, Redskins Coach Gibbs had called a time out, the cute coach strategy fad of the times. The Buffalo kicker had made the kick but now had to try it a second time. Gibbs called a second time out to ice the kicker again. This time, the opposing coach hopped up and down asking for a flag, and sure enough, this is Unsportsmanlike Conduct, which ushered the ball 15 yards down the field, making the winning field goal an easy chip shot.

Then last night, the Ravens all but beat the undefeated New England Patriots, who were driving for a touchdown as time was running out. It was fourth down and less than a yard, do or die, and New England tried a quarterback sneak, and Brady was stuffed for no gain. It was Ravens ball! But wait! No. Ravens coach Brian Billick had called a timeout just as the ball was snapped. Oh well. The Patriots went on to get their first down and score, winning the game.

So I watched three games this weekend and in all three games, coaches got too cute and lost. Saints coach Sean Payton in one play guaranteed that the Saints will miss the post-season, although it can be convincingly argued that the Saints deserve to miss the post-season anyway.

Hey, that's what makes football so cool.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Jurassic Park

This new mosaic didn't turn out too bad. The photo has some glare, so it doesn't show up as well as it could. This piece is for Cole, the 8 year old son of my co-worker, Lisa. I guess he is a Jurassic Park freak.

This was a satisfying and straightforward piece, the heavy lifting having already been done by whoever designed this logo. Signs like this do tend to work well as mosaics.

So, pow, there it is.