

One way to recruit men to defend the nation on the high seas: advertise their duties as Barber, Dentist, Mailman. Where are the Baker, Lawyer, and Indian Chief!? Great posters, though.
"Save Me, San Francisco" is the latest offering from Train. It's a really fun CD. Lot's of Old School references, and the single "Hey, Soul Sister" is a great boychick song.
So Latin Pop Star finally decides to tell the world that he's gay. What to say?
The tabloids have pegged this for nearly a decade, so how is this really news? A terrible sexy, masculine man prefers to fuck other men? Get over it girls! A gay man who is also a great guy, is a great father? Where's the contradiction? And more importantly, where's the story?
NPR's Saturday Evening show has held a contest for short story writers called "3 Minute Fiction". Submissions of 600 words or less vetted by students in the Iowa Writer's Workshop program and ultimately awarded by a guest judge. The fourth iteration of this exercise will be judged by Ann Patchett. She's one of my favorite authors. For this round she's mandated that the story include 4 words in any grammatical form: Trick, Fly, Plant, and Button.
The Mountain- eers who were seated at #2, by the way, have sent my Wildcats home to the blue BLUE grasses of central Kentucky. I've got nothing against West Virginia...well, until now! But I guess I'm left with an option, and I will choose to be a good sport. Go West Virginia!
I had this really vivid dream on Thursday night. I was at work in my office at school when the earth shook! I scrambled under my desk, and except for objects rattled off of shelves and piles of empty boxes from MSA testing toppled around the room, I was okay. The room, however was pitch black (power off), and I have no windows. So I got up and found the door, but it wouldn't open. The building had shifted and the door was jammed! I could hear the sound of kids being evacuated and I pounded on the door until the teacher next to me came and shouted that she would get help. A few minutes later one of the building services guys showed up with an axe (an axe!--I doubt we actually have one on the school grounds) and he chopped me to freedom. Once out, we began to learn the news of the extent of the disaster. The epicenter was no where near D.C. but in western Kentucky! In a fit a disbelief, I woke up.
The amazing Italian frittata. Nothing could be simpler. It's basically a crustless quiche that takes 6 eggs and whatever ingredients you want combined and baked for 60 minutes at 350˚.
It's time. It's time that we stop being a racist white-centric society and embrace our ideals without prejudice to tribalistic associations.
Came home from a long day at work to find this post card from London from my friend, J. He's doing research there toward a doctorate from Harvard. J. is such a good soul. He totally defines "straight not narrow" in the dictionary.
The Madness of March has whittled down from 64 teams full of hope to 8 teams that still have a chance. How's that for entertainment? Here they are with my tip of the hat from the most improbable to the pre-ordained:












I know what it is when I see it.
Spring is officially here and so are the birds. I awoke this morning to the sight of a a blue jay, cyanocitta cristata, and a male northern cardinal, cardinalis cardinalis, sharing the branches of my still naked yoshino cherry. The jay would flit to the ground in search of insects and then back up into the tree.
When the cardinal grew tired of it,--and not seeing what it was he was looking for from that vantage--he flew into the higher branches of a nearby maple affording me an even better look at his magnificent scarlet plumage. For the past 16 years (as long as I lived here) a pair of cardinals has kept residence in the neighborhood. They nest in the thick prickly foliage of one of the towering american holly bushes/trees, with it's hypodermically spiked leaves and tightly twisted and stubby branches, it's an ingeniously safe place to raise a family.
And while very welcome visitors to my yard, neither of these birds is unusual.
Now that round one is history, here's the list of up-set underdogs:
"Apples," c. 1925
And one of my favorite included influenced artists is Marsden Hartley. There was a retrospective of his works at the Phillip's Collection in Washington, D.C. in the summer of 2003,
"Peaches In A White Bowl," 1910