Friday, February 27, 2009

Action Comics No. 1


Action Comics No. 1, the world's most valuable comic book, is on auction right now. This June 1938 issue was the first appearance of both Superman and Lois Lane. Hurry up and bid, if you've got the estimated $400,000 they think it will go for. One guy offered his Ferrari as a trade but the owner refused. He wants the money.

When I was younger I had a trash can in my room that had the cover art from this comic on it. So this image brings back a flood of memories for me.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

From Now On

Someone had a heart attack in the office today. I don't know the the guy, but he did look familiar as I walked by and saw him sitting on the floor clutching his chest. A few people were standing over him asking him unhelpfully if he was ok.

Apparently he suddenly became short of breath. Then the dizziness came on. He started to sit down and then fell down. An admin here offered to take him to the hospital but he couldn't move so they called paramedics. There was a big bustle of activity as the guy got markedly worse. The paramedics shocked his heart three times and I really don't know what happened after that. He is gone now, presumably at the hospital. I hope.

Another over-stressed middle-aged guy who probably thought he had nothing to worry about because he was skinny.

I'll never forget the terrified look that was on his face. It seemed to me he was thinking "Oh, please don't let me die, especially at work."

I hope he's ok. I think if he is, he'll have a new way of looking at life.

I can tell you one thing: no matter what happens to him, today is the last day he'll ever take anything for granted.

The Burning Bride


I went with Sandi, my photography partner, to the Royal Oak Chamber of Commerce meeting yesterday. It was quite an interesting experience. We rubbed elbows with small business owners and introduced David Wild Photography to them in a series of awkward rambling conversations filled with card-swapping and questions like "...so, what do you do again?".

There was a guy who owns five fitness clubs. A girl who looked 18 years old who owned her own law firm. And a retired GM exec who grew his gray hair long, donned a fur and leather coat and cowboy boots, and adopted a fake British accent so he could be a fashion photographer and see young girls naked.

The young lawyer's eyes grew wide when she realized we were photographers. Everyone has a wedding horror story and hers came spilling out at once. She had seen the work of a very good photographer who promised to shoot her wedding in the journalistic style. When her wedding day came around, the photographer that showed up was a grungy-looking man who didn't speak English. He was rude, clueless, and "super-creepy" in the dressing room with all the girls. And his pictures were terrible. In fact, the highlight of this poor bride's wedding, the event everyone still talks about, was when she caught on fire after walking through the spark shower. It was unplanned of course, so the photographer didn't think it was important to capture. Everyone else did though...

...except the guy who ran for water, otherwise known as the groom.

All in all it was interesting and I think we got a few promising leads. We're also looking at joining a Business Networking Group, they seem to be very popular with small business owners nowadays.

For now though, if you need me I'll be in the corner perfecting my British accent.

Warming Up



It's been hot chocolate weather lately!

New World, Full Of Wonder


Brookie's big eyes, thirstily capturing the images of the world and saving them for life.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Don't Forget Steve


And a big Happy Birthday also goes out to Steve Jobs, maker of all things cool. Here's to hoping this isn't your last one, pancreatic cancer can be hard to shake off.

One More For The Team


Happy Birthday, Mike & Mark!!!

Monday, February 23, 2009

My World


We were watching Spider Man and Zach started to get squeamish as M.J. and Spidey began their kiss.

"Yuck!", he said, hiding his face in his hands.

I protested "That's not yucky, Zach."

He shot me a condescending look and said:

"You don't live in my world, Dad."

Body, Naked


Here's the Canon 5D II "Body in White", basically the shell before it's coated and stuffed with electronics and finished. It's all magnesium, which makes it very tough and as light as possible (although it's still pretty heavy at almost two pounds).

Attached to the bottom is the optional battery grip, which is on my Christmas list in case anyone cares :)

Coffee Monster


I made this creature in the video game "Spore" and had his ugly-cute mug put on a coffee mug. Maddie calls him the "Coffee Monster". Here he is watching me type.

Not A Care

Players


Zach and Maddie had a great weekend of playing together. They ran and laughed and sang and watched movies together.

Heather took this picture of them all wrapped up together like peas.

Fairy Angel

Up And Eve


Heather was a crazy blur of a woman this morning. She was up before dawn, running around doing everything she needed to do and more. I slept late and she had to wake me. I came downstairs to a house in motion.

Everything was ready to go. Coffee was made. Cereal bowls were set on the table. Lunches all made.

I think she even peed for me :)

Giving Them Credit


I have to admit something right now. I am a big fan of the "Free Credit Report Dot Com" band. I've always liked Ska and these guys have some extra groove going on. I would go see them if they went out on tour, for sure. I think it would be a pretty short concert though, their entire recorded material consists of four or five 30-second commercial spots.

My favorite piece from their catalog is "Renaissance Faire". That's a rockin' jam.

Scoff if you like, but when they start winning Grammys, remember you heard it here first.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Geeks & Cheeks


I am not making this up. In fact, I doubt I could.

There is a series of CompactFlash data cards for cameras endorsed by a renowned Italian motorcycle company.

Please give a warm welcome to the "Sandisk Extreme Ducati Edition" line of products.

Um, and friends.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

New Toys


This is a glorious day for my photography biz. New toys...er, tools, are coming soon!

Today I ordered a new camera for my business, a heavily back-ordered model that hopefully won't take too long to ship.

It's a big, heavy Canon 5D Mark II, made of magnesium and water-sealed. This 21 megapixel monster is fast and great in low light, perfect for portraits.

I also got a couple of radio-triggers for my studio strobes so now I can ditch the cords.

Oh, and one more little thing. Finally, the lens I have wanted for years, the awesome 70-200L f/2.8 IS USM, is on it's way too!

I need to go sit down now...

Friday, February 20, 2009

Faygo Road


I don't normally do this, but traffic was light and I was bored. I saw a Faygo truck on my way to work and I got all nostalgic and took this pic, then used two different photo editing apps to make it look like a Polaroid, and uploaded it to Facebook with a caption.

All from my phone, on the road.

I know, I'll be more careful...from now on. :)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

"Say What?"

It was a very subtle exchange this morning between Maddie and me. Think about it. She's telling me not to say something I hadn't said yet. I guess I fell for her trap?

Dad (looks at Maddie, smiling)

Maddie "No, we don't say that!"

Dad (surprised) "We don't say WHAT?"

Maddie "We don't say 'We don't say WHAT!'"

It makes my head hurt.

A Slippery Situation

I worked at the Burger Chef on 12-mile and Coolidge in Berkley from the spring of '82 until sometime after it was sold to Hardees's the following year. My time there was one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life, slinging burgers and working the drive Thru.

The job was a chain of events, some hilarious, some boring, some terrifying, linked together by grease and teenage hormones.

I started out cooking burgers and "flat chicken" on the big shiny grill. It was very hot and greasy work. Throughout the day we would scrape the grill into large stainless steel containers called "grease traps" on either side.

At the end of the day, one of the jobs of the closers was to empty the grease traps into a huge bucket and carry the mess outside to the grease tank so they could spray it on dirt roads. This was the worse job in the place. The grease traps were hot as hell, and contained a nauseating cocktail of eggs, fat, burnt or aborted hamburgers, and pancake batter. Because of the nasty nature of this job, it would invariably be left until the last possible moment at closing time.

So it happened that one night at 1:00AM, as we were all closed and about to leave for the night, that a coworker and myself drained the muck into the large bucket for carrying. It was especially disgusting this night, with more runny eggs than usual in it and lots of lumps. The bucket was so heavy it required two people to lug it. As my coworker (in front) and I (in back) traversed the freshly mopped floor with the bucket, he suddenly lost his footing and fell. The bucket hit the tile floor hard and spilled its entire contents on my coworker as he flopped on the floor like a fish with a terrified look in his eyes.

He looked up at me with an expression of surprised bewilderment. It had all happened so fast. The grease was pretty hot, and the smell...well, you would just have to experience it to know how bad it was.

All he could say was "Oh, shit! Is it bad?"

I lost it. I started just busting up with uncontrollable laughter. I was powerless against it. You would have done the same thing. He was totally and completely "owned" in every way by this mess. It had saturated his clothes from head to toe. His hair was full of egg and carbon bits. He even got some in his mouth.

It took another hour to clean up the floor again. He was comical - he could hardly stand up because he was so greasy. I laughed the whole time.

I stopped laughing when I remembered I had promised him a ride home.

One day a few months later, "management" (and I use that term very loosely) noticed that I could talk coherently and even string sentences together, and they moved me from the back room to the drive-thru and register. That's where the real fun was....

...but that's another story.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Low


Thsi is me today, needing a good re-charge.

I Yelped, And They Heard Me!

I joined Yelp, the online community where people review restaurants they visit and share their reviews to help other people avoid bad ones. It's like Citysearch, but cool. And I reviewed my first place, Black Lotus, and apparently Yelp liked my verbiage because they used it in the Weekly Yelp, a summary of reviews they publish, um, well, weekly. I've gotten many emails from other Yelpers about it!

Very cool. I am now a published food critic! (Haha).

Here's my famous debut:

"...If you’d like Belgian with a little twist – er, twizzle – David W recommends the "very licorice-y” concoction that comes out of the Black Lotus Brewing Company..."

Cathedrals And Radios


I have been reading much more lately, owing to the fact that reading is much easier on the iPhone than it is with a regular book: I can take it anywhere and read a few lines at every stoplight if I want, and it holds hundreds if not thousands of books. Oddly, I also read about twice as fast on the iPhone as I do with pulp and glue.

My current book is a 1,000 page middle-ages period yarn about a mason who wants to build a cathedral, called "Pillars Of The Earth" by Ken Follett. It's really good so far, despite the fact that Oprah liked it (that's usually bad news for my prospects with a book).

Next I've got Revolutionary Road lined up, the well-regarded 1961 book about the death of the American Dream in the 50's. And after that Darwin's Radio, a thriller about a dormant and deadly retrovirus coming alive inside us.

After those I'll probably be in need of an "outdoorsy" book (something akin to "A Walk In The Woods"), and then some hard science space fiction (ala Ringworld), but we'll see.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Gerkie & Me


Me & my little Gerkie (short for Gherkin, one of her many little nicknames), who is feeling much better now that we have her diet straightened out.

She's getting SO big, and growing SO much hair!

Priming The Pump With Dirt


"Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen" - Albert Einstein

It seems our conventional reasoning was wrong once again. We have had it ground into us from childhood that germs are bad, and we went about on our merry way trying to eliminate them from our lives. We live in clean houses with no rats, we use bleach on the toilet and hand sanitizer by the gallon. If baby drops the pacifier, it goes right in the dishwasher.

Turns out that wasn't such a great idea.

You see, science is telling us more and more that germs are not the enemies we once thought they were. Oh, they can be bad, for sure, but they can also be beaten...but only if we expose ourselves to them early and often. Kind of like "joining them" as opposed to "beating them".

New studies into the effects of children's environments have showed in no uncertain terms that children who are raised in the company of germs and allergens are far better off later in life. This exposure primes the immune system just like a vaccine, and the benefits are life-long.

Here are a couple of well-researched examples, but there are many more:

Children who grow up in close proximity to animals are much less likely to get asthma and other allergy-triggered illnesses as adults.

Children who are exposed to other children and their germs early and often (such as in daycare) are at least 30% less likely to get childhood leukemia than isolated kids. And the sooner this exposure starts, the better, one study showed that 2 years of age may be too late.

Same goes for allergens. Children exposed early to peanuts are less likely to get peanut allergies, which is the exact OPPOSITE of the recommendation of just a couple years ago.

So, the moral is, dirt is good. Sterile is bad.

Go adopt that alley cat. Let your child play on the big foam mushroom at the mall.

And best of all, the five-second rule is back, baby!

Getting Real


We're getting very close to a real, working "Restaurant-Style" curry recipe, with or without the help of our Indian chef-friend, who cancelled on us for tonight.

Here's the one I made last night and it was so close to "House"* that I might be fooled by it.

This is exactly how I made it yesterday, adding chicken and green bell pepper. I suppose it still needs fine-tuning of the spices and amounts. I was going for subtle flavor, it could maybe use more punch. I might also try adding charnuska or black cumin seeds, and roast the whole spices.

1 large yellow onion, chopped
1/4 cup peanut oil
6 cloves garlic, peeled
2" ginger, peeled
1 29-oz can tomato puree
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp coriander
1 tsp fenugreek
1 tsp ground red chili
1 tsp turmeric
1 tsp salt

(meat, veggies, lentils, chick peas, paneer, etc)

2 cups basmati rice
3 cups water
1/2 tsp salt

Fry the onion in the oil until golden brown. Transfer to food processor along with garlic, ginger, and tomato sauce. Process until smooth. Add a little more oil to the pan if needed and fry the spices for 30 seconds. Add tomato mixture and stir. Bring to a boil, add meat, veggies, lentils, etc, as desired. Simmer and cover. Cook rice. Simmer curry for 30-40 minutes, stirring. Serve!

* House of India

Monday, February 16, 2009

Clean & Neutral


The office is getting closer and closer to a state of photo-licious perfection. I have this thing about working in a very clean area. My mind is full of clutter enough, I need to have a really sparse, gray-monotone workspace or I think too much about the surroundings and not enough about the work. You really want to keep the color down when you are working with color, to avoid any kind of influence from the surroundings. For that reason the walls are a pretty neutral gray, the blinds are silver, and the art is black & white, or very nearly. Dull, maybe, but practical.

The Noble Fish


We have a great sushi restaurant right around the corner. They only have seating for about 8-10 people in there, because it's really not a restaurant, it's a Japanese grocery store.

Noble Fish supplies the sashimi-grade seafood for many of the area's sushi restaurants, and their food is incredible. For some crazy reason, and despite many people me telling me this place is the best in the city, we hadn't tried it out until yesterday.

We were not disappointed. Everything was ultra-fresh and yummy. We'll be coming back, for sure.

Zach is gonna freak.

A Couple Of Dolls


Maddie loves her doll. Thanks Aunt Mary!!!

The Staff Of Life


For some reason, I suspect that Zach likes bread.

Wild About Wine


The Wild Wine event was a big success!!! Thanks to everyone who trudged out in the blinding snow (all one-inch of it) to join us. We had more people than ever, including lots of first-timers. Thank goodness for the new house, there is no way everyone would have fit into the bungalow in Royal Oak.

I think the final tally was 18 bottles, give or take, and no real clunkers among them. There were some great "old vine" zins, a "gap-tooth" vertical of excellent Marques de Riscal Rioja (2000, 2002, 2003 - 2001 sucked anyhow, who needs it...), and all kinds of other velvety smooth romantic reds. And the food was also wonderful, as usual.

Yesterday was a day of recovery and flushing the system with sushi and water, and today I stand, electrolytes almost fully re-balanced, ready for the week!

What a cool time. Thanks everyone, for making it happen!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

I Miss You, Mom



It's been 8 long years, today.

Friday, February 13, 2009

So Close We Can Smell It


We're getting all the final preparations done for our big wine tasting tomorrow, and getting more and more excited in the process!!!

It's one of our favorite events and this year's version promises to be another winner. We've got a full guest list, including many people who have never been to a Wild wine tasting before. They're in for a surprise, I think. Good thing we've got a bigger house this year, we're going to need every square foot!

We promise to miss the ones who can't make it due to distance, illness, schedule, or dismemberment.

For those of you who can be there, we'll see you real soon!!

Edamame Baby?

It looks like our little Brookie is going to be a vegetarian.

She's had a terrible time with milk of any kind, even breast milk. It puts her into agony. We've got a test in the works to find out for sure, but the terrible time she's been having combined with the blood in her poopie, well, they are pretty indicative of a lactose allergy of some kind.

When we tried soy formula in a desperate moment, we were shocked to find that all her problems went away in a heartbeat and she became relaxed and happy.

So, we'll wait for the allergy testing to come back to be sure, but all anecdotal evidence suggests she's going to be a soy baby.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Curry Guru


I don't know how he did it, but Brian has convinced the owner of the best Indian restaurant in the area (Passage To India) to come to his house and give us lessons on how to make delectable curries!

I've never even heard of anything like this before. We are halfway convinced the guy is as likely to rob us as he is to teach us the fine art of working with spices and lamb.

This is equivalent to having Steven Spielberg come over one weeknight to show you how to make home movies.

I'll let you know how it goes...

Princess, Interrupted


I am home with my princess today, who has developed a fever and is just not feeling like her usual royal self.

Oh, she's still dressed in full princess regalia, but she only feels like dancing half the time instead of all the time.

A Different Kind Of 200


While we're celebrating "All Things 200" today, we might as well add in my "Oak Park Park Hill Sledding Club" group on Facebook, which has just passed 200 members!

Sharing A Day


Today marks the 200th anniversary of the birthdays of two giants of the 19th century.

Both Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin were born on this day in 1809. Both would eventually go on to great fame and accomplishment, although in very different ways.

Lincoln is celebrated today for preserving the union through a terrible civil war and freeing the slaves, ending a long era of national moral shame.

Darwin gave us the theory of natural selection, probably the most powerful scientific edifice we have ever been handed. Together with discoveries in genetics, it forms the foundation of all of modern biology.

Abe was born into a poor family and married into money. Unfortunately, his wife was a woman who suffered from deep depression and was eventually committed to an asylum, no doubt helped along by grief and her doctor's over-prescriptions of laudanum.

Charles was born into a wealthy physician's family and married into even more money - his bride was Emma Wedgwood, heir to the great pottery dynasty. She had big money, enough to take piano lessons in Paris from Frederick Chopin himself.

Lincoln's family tree is dead, that is, he has no direct living descendants, while the Darwin name lives on in several branches.

Lincoln of course gave his life to an assassin's bullet far too young, while Darwin lived well into old age and was buried with state honors in the nave of Westminster Abbey, right next to Sir Isaac Newton.

But long after their deaths, these men now have much in common:

Both are depicted on their country's money. Lincoln has been on the US penny for the last 100 years, and Darwin has replaced Charles Dickens on the British ten-pound note and also graces a new commemorative two-pound coin for the 200th anniversary of his birthday.

Both also have countless schools and other institutions named after them, not to mention cities (Lincoln, the capital of Nebraska, and Darwin, the capital of Australia's Northern Territory are both commemorations).

To me they seem like they were both logical, thoughtful and practical men. Although they never met, I'd be willing to bet they would have gotten along splendidly. Darwin was a staunch abolitionist and followed the American Civil War with great interest. And there is good evidence that Lincoln was "not only familiar with the idea of evolution, but convinced by it".

Yeah, they would have clicked.

February 12th, 1809. What a day.


Here are some things these men had to say in their lives:

Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

"As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy."

"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves."

"I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts."

"My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth."

"The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend."

"Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally."


Charles Darwin (1809-1882)

"Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science."

"If the misery of the poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin."

"I have tried lately to read Shakespeare, and found it so intolerably dull that it nauseated me."

"How paramount the future is to the present when one is surrounded by children."

"We must, however, acknowledge, as it seems to me, that man with all his noble qualities... still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin."


And I can't forget to include the conclusion of Origin of Species which I think is one of the great closing sentences of any book, ever:

"There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."

Happy Birthday Abe & Charles!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Expiration Date

Have you ever thought about your funeral? I have.

Not to bring you down, homies, but if you don't at least tell somebody what want it to be like, you will have to settle for Kool-Aid and store-bought cookies in a musty church basement.

Not that you'll care. But still...

When I die, which is something I don't plan on doing for a goodly long long time...but WHEN I do at last succumb to some cancerous growth or Chevrolet fender, I want my funeral to be a party. Not an obnoxious frat party, more like a fun get-together in a cozy tavern. I realize more than half the people there will probably be sad, at least a little, but they should still try to have fun.

For me.

I want music, old blues please. Acoustic. And make sure you play "Statesboro Blues" by Blind Willie McTell at least once. Preferably on an old scratchy 78, but I realize that's getting a little "high-maintenance", so an MP3 will be fine.

And I want you to have food...not a casserole-potluck affair, please...I want mezze. Hummus and cheese and tapenade and hearty bread and olives and everything else I liked when I was not so horizontal.

Lots of everything, please.

And simple wine and good beer. And please toast to whatever you thought I was to you, if you don't mind. And toast yourselves while you're at it, for putting up with me all this time. Go ahead, spill some.

For me.

I think I want to be cremated, although it feels a little ghoulish for me to be discussing that in my blog. I just know I don't want any coffins at this event, they can really bring a party down fast.

Project some of my favorite pictures instead, whether or not I'm in them. Have fun with it.

I want all my friends there, either in person or in spirit. I want you to tell each other stories of the good times, and the bad times too. You can tell the embarrassing ones now. I won't be there to be embarrassed.

And, first time for everything, you get the last word.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Resonance


I have that low-frequency buzzing "background resonance" in my bones that only comes on after five cups of coffee.

Run For Your Lives! Oh, The Horror!


"Abraham "Bram" Stoker (8 November 1847 – 20 April 1912) was an Irish writer of novels and short stories, who is best known today for his 1897 horror novel Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known for being the personal assistant of the actor Henry Irving and the business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned."

Hmm.

He doesn't really seem as scary as I had imagined the writer of Dracula would be.

Bram was a nerd!

I feel ripped off.

Gladiolas & Hearing Aids


Count me among those who believe that the 80's produced a lot of great music. U2, Blondie, Pat Benatar, The Cars, and a host of one-hit wonders like Tommy Tutone and Modern English. I grew up with that music and I love it.

But for my money, nobody did the 80's better than that textured and doleful band from Manchester who took the simplest and least pompous name they could think of: The Smiths.

I was slow to pick up on this band. After all, despite enormous success in England, The Smiths were almost unknown in America outside the universities. But my brother Brian played them incessantly, and he slowly wore me down. Over time I became a reluctant listener, and then, later, a rabid fan.

Now I guess you could call me a Smiths Manic, because I go through regular phases where I listen to nothing else for a month at a time. And then I drift away again to "everything else" before returning once more.

The Smiths had a fantastic sound. Johnny Marr, their guitarist, was influenced by the bright, chorus-heavy sounds of The Birds' Rickenbacker guitars and he gave the band a shimmering sound that was very different from the synth-heavy norm of the day.

The Smiths' front-man, the sardonic and sharp-witted Morrissey, always served up a fresh and intelligently slanted take on life. He loved the writings of Oscar Wilde and was very familiar with all manner of classic literature, and he used these ideas and clichés in the band's lyrics. He would come on stage with great presence, wearing a fake hearing aid and "National Health Service" glasses, and with gladiolas stuffed into his back pocket. He would often sing odd verses off-key on purpose, but his voice was always very melodic and interesting.

I like almost everything The Smiths put out in their short (1982-1987) time together. One of my favorites is "Cemetery Gates", a grim realization that many people just like us have lived out their lives and died, and all they have to show for it is a tombstone bearing clumsy, misattributed poetry.

Much of The Smiths music is overtly somber like that, but in a knowing way, and not in the end really depressing.

Please, don't just sit there letting me rave on about them, go listen yourselves. If don't, you are quite possibly missing out on the best band of the 80's.


Cemetery Gates, from The Queen is Dead

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?

With loves, and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived and then they died
it seems so unfair
I want to cry

You say: "Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"
and you claim these words as your own
but I've read well and I have heard them said
a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

if you must write prose and poems
the words you use should be your own
don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
'cause there's always someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs when you fall
He'll trip you up and laugh when you fall

You say: "Ere long done do does did "
words which could only be your own
and then produce the text
from whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore, 1804)

A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're happy
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day
so let's go where we're wanted
and I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side

but you lose
because weird lover Wilde is on mine

Lost & Found

During one of the countless baseball games I played as a young boy, I cracked a long drive that went so far it crashed through the window of the creepy Convent (that's what we called it, I have no idea what it really was) at the far end of the ball field. I was really bummed because I didn't have all that many baseballs and that was my favorite one. My dad had written four names on it in permanent marker:

Babe Ruth
Lou Gehrig
Hank Aaron
Dave Wild


Unless you are daft, and I know you aren't, you can see why I liked that baseball so much.

A few months later I was walking with my friends down Oak Park Boulevard right in front of that same building. The front door opened and a guy came out holding a baseball (ok, I guess it wasn't a convent after all). He tossed it right at me and said something like "hey kid, you can have this".

It was my baseball.

All At Once


Heather is the ultimate multi-tasker. I've always known that, but it hit me again this morning as I walked downstairs and saw her on the couch, breast pumping (both sides), feeding Brooke from a bottle, and Facebooking on her iPhone, all at the same time!

I had to count her arms once more just to make sure she only had two.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Almost Wolves

I took some pictures this past weekend for a girl I haven't seen since about 1977. Her sister was coming into town from Sparta (Michigan, not ancient Greece), and they needed some recent pics.

She also happens to have two beautiful Malamutes with those blue-white eyes I love so much, so they got as many clicks as the girls did.

Introducing Cinder and Nanook!


Blue Hair & Button Eyes


Me & Z went to see (hey, that rhymes!) Coraline this weekend. Really good movie. We've added the book to our reading list. It's got that off-kilter, anti-fairy tale thing going for it, and gobs of really cool artistry, all done by hand. Amazing.

Zach's favorite part: the hand, constructed of mechanical needles, chasing Coraline.

My favorite part: The cat. The cat was cool.

Oh, and one more cool thing: The executive producer of the film is from Michigan and went to MSU, so Coraline Jones in the movie is from Pontiac Michigan, her dad wears MSU shirts throughout the movie, and a central prop to the film was a Detroit Zoo snow globe, complete with the two-bear zoo fountain inside it!

Playing Nice


I have to take a moment here to say that Zach rocked the house yesterday in terms of sisterly love. Heather went grocery shopping while I took the kids. When Maddie woke up from her nap, she asked where her mommy was. When told that mommy was out shopping, she attached onto Zach and they were tight like size 4 jeans until Heather returned.

They played in her room, chased each other around the house, and watched a movie, Maddie on Zach's lap. I listened to them and he was so good, talking in his soft and mellow voice to her, and helping her learn new things. At one point he was pulling LEGO characters out of a box and teaching her their names: General Grievous, Spiderman, Indiana Jones.

Thanks for being such a good playmate yesterday Z, I appreciated it...handling three kids alone can be hectic.

And Maddie, well, she loved it!