Wednesday, May 27, 2009




Luv it

Monday, May 25, 2009

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.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

DO NOT WANT



These are a few of my least favorite things.


Today is 6,841st day on Earth.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

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



Have a super cool week!

Monday, May 18, 2009

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.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Hipsterz





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

Saturday, May 16, 2009

The next 3

Wednesday, May 13, 2009



"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

Sunday, May 10, 2009



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:

Friday, May 8, 2009

Back in the burbs




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

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Technicolor Muumuu




Technicolor Muumuu

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Friday, May 1, 2009

Check out my flowerz on flickr