Thursday, February 26, 2009
Large-Breasted Tire-Iron Woman Seeks Chat
I was checking my email and had to make a screen shot of this advertisement to share on the blog. It has appeared daily for a few weeks, and is especially interesting. The model is rather masculine and very large breasted.
I once took a college photo class where we critiqued images. This certainly would have made for a delightful class discussion.
I noticed that Facebook allows you to click a 'thumbs down' icon if you find an ad especially unappealing. I wish I had that with Yahoo.
I wanted you to suffer with me for just a moment. We live in an interesting world...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
My Buddy Brawner
I once was working as a landscaper. The boss assigned me to clear out a deep and narrow trench that was over-wrought with large stones. I broke a number of shovels trying to dislodge a particular rock, and eventually had to call out for help. Along came Brawner, who, with what seemed like his left pinky, lifted the massive element from its roost and discarded it over his shoulder as one might do after opening a pair of socks for Christmas.
Brawner's birthday isn't so far away, and he is simply one of the coolest, baddest, most talented and unique individuals I have ever known.
Here is a picture that I made of Brawner when we were still in school from around 2003. He recorded my band, Copacabana. I dropped the 'cabana' part since the kids these days keep confusing it with 'Copabanana.'
The album is available at http://cdbaby.com/cd/copatunes3 and is a pretty righteous rock record.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Dogs and Neighbors
in his small fenced-in world,
has little fear and all necessities provided,
but begins to bark.
His neighbor and friend-
the neighbor dog-
answers back with gusto.
Their unseen but alerted friend-
the neighbor dog's neighbor-
joins the chorus.
The owner of neighbor dog steps out and begins to loudly rebuke neighbor dog,
perhaps to make a gesture of neighborliness on my behalf.
The neighborhood resounds with uproarious nonsense.
At first, I was tempted to kneel beside the fence that keeps the small dog
and lend him a soft word and the scent of my hand,
but now it seems best to pass without pause.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The Philos Challenge
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The Branded Sons Mailout
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