Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
It was a lovely, warm day and a lot of folks came in from other states/cities to participate. It was good to see a, by my estimation, a growing number of young people.Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Made in China, a kind of gender-bender look once big in the 1980s.Friday, January 05, 2007
I like this image. It is a happy mistake. Miles, Nicki, and I, along with some of Miles' pals, were hiking up Old Rag Mountain in Virginia and the light was nice, and the shadows dramatic, but the settings on the camera were not correct, so the exposure was long and the image is blurred. But, I still like it. It could have been a photo of an Impressionist painting from the early 1900s. It just seems that way to me. Also, since the walking figures are not recognizable, no one will upset that I posted their picture on the "Web".Thursday, January 04, 2007
The Building Museum which was once the old Patent Building. It is, however, not true that civil war era soldiers rode their horses up the stairs of this building. Or so I'm told.Wednesday, January 03, 2007
He would sometimes wake up screaming, his voice horse and raw. The room around him would be dark and silent now, only the alarm clock softly ticking on the small table beside him. He would first be disoriented as the nightmare that woke him disolved away. He would then gradually know where he was and he would turn over and stare into the darkness until the sun began to show itself through the windows.Tuesday, January 02, 2007
If someone out there beyond our solar system was picking up our television broadcast signals they surely would think that we were a strange bunch down here. And maybe that's true. I, myself, don't feel qualified to make that judgment, but you've got to admit that we broadcast a lot of strange stuff. Besides the sex, the lies, and the videotape, there are the many murders, the various flavors of racism, sexism, puritanical hypocrisy, the pretend news that's no news at all, the general atmosphere of meanness that belittles all who touch it and that passes as everyday values that washes over us and is then distilled back into the video output, an endless process that, in the end, leaves everyone a little bit tipsy and then a little bit ill.



