Luv it

I am your brother

On the left is Caleb. Caleb is my brother. He can say funny things. He can think smart thoughts. He can do a cartwheel.

I like him a lot more than you might gather from this photo.

DO NOT WANT

These are a few of my least favorite things.

Today is 6,841st day on Earth.

For all the cool cats out there who liked the headband photo shoot, today is your lucky day!



Have a super cool week!

ehhhhh

ACT XI: Woah, we're half way there. Woah, living on a lie.
By Partners in Rhyme

The day ends in a brilliant blaze of color
My heart ends in a brilliant burst of flame
Maria! In the twilight of my life, you were my sun.
In the evening of my life you were my big dipper.
In the morning of my life you were my Honey Bunches of Oats
My honey bunches of pain
My honey bunches of shame
Despair- part of this balanced breakfast
Don't forget the orange juice- you never did.
Just as I'll never forget the brunch when you said you were leaving.
My eggs grew salty with my tears
And I could have cooked an omelet with the burning of my heart
You said: "Yo estoy un perrito guayoo."
I said: "Como? No hablo espanol."
And you just shook your head sadly and uttered "Porque."
Check please.
Maria, por favor! Pourque? Poor us.
Poor me. My heart is a salt shaker and you've got diabetes.
My loins are pet dander and you've got a pet dander allergy.
Later, we stand in the parking lot as the sun sets. Senor Snuggles barks at the night.
My heart flutters, knowing that our last adios is upon us.

Hipsterz

One will be the cover of our debut hipster record soon to come.

The next 3

"If it were true, that old legend about appearing before a supreme judge and naming one’s record I would offer with all my pride not any act I committed but one thing I have never done on this earth—that I never sought an outside sanction. I would stand and say: I am Gail Wynand, the man who has committed every crime except the foremost one—that of ascribing futility to the wonderful fact of existence and seeking justification beyond myself. This is my pride—that now, thinking of the end. I do not cry like all the men of my age: but what was the use and the meaning? I was the use and the meaning. I, Gail Wynand. That I lived and that I acted."

"I was thinking of people who say that happiness is impossible on earth. Look how hard they all try to find some joy in life. Look how they struggle for it. Why should any living creature exist in pain? By what conceivable right can anyone demand that a human being exist for anything but for his own joy? Every one of them wants it. Every part of him wants it. But they never find it. I wonder why. They whine and say they don’t understand the meaning of life. There’s a particular kind of people that I despise. Those who seek some sort of a higher purpose or ‘universal goal,’ who don’t know what to live for, who moan that they must ‘find themselves.’ You hear it all around us. That seems to be the official bromide of our century. Every drooling self-confession. It seems to be the most noble thing to confess. I’d think it would be the most shameful one."

-Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

CLICK HERE FOR PHOTOS OF LITTLE BABY ANIMALS

Yes, you read right. If you click on that link, you will see photos of little baby animals. I took those photos because today I went to Muscoot Farms. Twice. There were baby animals there.

I looked like this:

Back in the burbs

Check out my flickr for photos of Mahopac, the New York Botanical Garden, and my fro.

Technicolor Muumuu

Technicolor Muumuu

Obama is the fuckin man

Check out my flowerz on flickr