The Zooniverse

David flying into the frame


Lanky bastard!


Trying my hardest


But I can't jump. Never have been able to.


Emerging




Coming down


Going up


My turtle face


Snake eats frog


How cute are they?




Gookooka'oog

Happy Anti-Thanksgiving

"As we again plan to celebrate what "Americans" call Thanksgiving, let us pause for a moment of reflection. Let us recognize that accounts of the first Thanksgiving are mythological, and that the holiday is actually a grotesque celebration of our arrogant ethnocentrism. Jump 129 years to 1621, year of the supposed "first Thanksgiving." There is not much documentation of that event, but surviving Indians do not trust the myth. Natives were already dying like flies thanks to European-borne diseases. The Pequot tribe reportedly numbered 8,000 when the Pilgrims arrived, but disease had reduced their population to 1,500 by 1637, when the first, officially proclaimed, all-Pilgrim "Thanksgiving" took place. At that feast, the whites of New England celebrated their massacre of the Pequots. "This day forth shall be a day of celebration and thanksgiving for subduing the Pequots," read Massachusetts Bay Governor John Winthrop's proclamation. Few Pequots survived.By revealing our social secrets (an oligarchy committed to selfish exploitation) and coming to the realization of the reality that has pre-empted our social myth (a democracy committed to equal justice), we can help catalyze a revolution of consciousness. Recognizing that obedience to our system is killing us is a grand first step for triggering the imaginative forces necessary to enable rapid movement toward a society based on mutual aid in which sustainable communities are built and nourished at the local level. We have yet to come to grips with the original holocaust that is the defining and enabling experience of our "civilization." Embracing this "shadow" can ironically enable sudden and radical shifts as we are freed from expending the incredible unconscious energy needed to conceal our shame. Sharing our grief for what we have done to others, and ultimately to ourselves, will be experienced as tremendous relief."
-S. Brian Willson

So as we all dine in ignorance, lets at least thank the only true Americans we call Indians for showing us sustainability and how to survive in the country we have all come to call ours. Happy holidays!

If I wasn't married

I watched a movie on TV today called Hollywood Homicide, and realized there are very few actors that I find even remotely attractive; seriously, I could count them on one hand... So I did. After choosing from the abundance of chodes and asses people find sexy, it came down to these four. Not surprisingly they all look exactly the same. I wonder what this says about me? p.s. I left out Noel Fielding... his features are too pronounced to be in this category, but I couldn't leave him out all together)


Joseph Gordon-Levitt from such hits as Third Rock from the Sun and Mysterious Skin


Josh Hartnett


David Duchovny from the only tv show that matters- The X-Files


Giuseppe Andrews(Detroit Rock City)

We bought a couch

This kid had a toy giraffe named horsey. 'nough said.

This post has nothing to do with our couch, other than we were on our way to Ikea... which is where we bought it. Pictures of the couch will follow.

The flu

I hear sickness is running rampant lately! For once, I thought I could escape it; no such luck. I am not nearly as sick as often as I was "back in my crazy college days," not to sound like a middle-aged, washed-up old woman or anything. I was starting to build up the 'ol invincibility theory, but was caught extremely off guard by this stupid bug. Its hard to be sick on a blow-up bed that has a slow leak in it. My back is going to need some serious rubbing. Well- that's all the articulacy I have in me.

Halloween

Not much to tell here. We ventured to St. John the Divine gothic church on the upper west side, watched a silent screening of Phantom of the Opera, and indulged in the procession of the ghouls. We were later met by a crowded subway full of loud and heavily intoxicated people (barf, literally.)

Me in 1950????

A friend told me about this fun thing to to at yearbookyourself.com... just upload a photo and view yourself in any era from the 50's to the present! Hahaha these are great.