20X3
This article from Chartattack about The Constantines’ sophomore album appeared in my newsreader as a “new item” and I briefly panicked and wondered if I had Life-On-Mars‘ed back to 2003. I checked my collar and my pantlegs for tell-tale widening before realizing that a) it was just a CMS glitch and I am not unstuck in time and b) I dress the same now as I did six years ago and I should have looked for a newspaper or felt around for my long flowing locks of hair.
Sidenote: The first time I met the Sherry (2004) I was wearing a shirt I had accidentally set fire to earlier that day.
Okay yes for next gardening season I promise I’ll get a digital camera.
The cherry tomatoes pictured fell off the vine on accident but their on-vine compatriots are showing hints at redness today.
This copy won out over “fun time white Christian heritage” in the board room.
Know who has two fingers and likes to help reconstruct Historic Fort Willow near Grenfel, Ontario? This guy.
The ecological disaster that is dolphin safe tuna [link]
“In other words… the only species that “dolphin safe” tuna is good for is dolphins! The bycatch rate for EVERY OTHER species is lower when fishing dolphin-associated tuna vs. floating object associated tuna! The reason for this is obvious- floating objects attract everything nearby, while dolphins following tuna doesn’t attract any other species. If you work out the math on this (and you don’t have to, because the environmental justice foundation did) , you find that 1 dolphin saved costs 382 mahi-mahi, 188 wahoo, 82 yellowtail and other large fish, 27 sharks, and almost 1,200 small fish.”
Sherry’s mother stockpiles this stuff and uses it to cure bruises and lameness.
We found these bottles in a museum in Southampton.
crisis on infinite faces
It’s true. I shaved off my beard.
I hadn’t planned on making it permanent, I just had a skin problem under there I thought the world deserved to see. But this clean-shavenness has resonated in a way I could not have predicted. Corwin has launched an in memoriam photo group on the flickr. People at work think Sherry made me do it. Sherry wakes up in the morning and scowls at my bare face.
I’ve also caused another problem for myself: I need a haircut and I can’t get through on the phone to the lady who cuts my hair and in the meantime I have big sideburns and big hair so I look like an aficionado of rockabilly.
No images are being posted of me in this state because the internet is already at capacity for photos of vain twentysomethings holding their cell-phones in the bathroom mirror.
