What is pretty up close

Today I'm going to take photos of some wild onion flowers. They are white, dainty little things and, unlike cloves, they are very lovely up close as well as from afar. They may not taste as good as cloves, however. Sometimes, this is the way of the universe. Yes.

Cloves

I'm taking pictures of cloves today. No, not the cigarettes, silly! The spice. Did you know that cloves are not very pretty at all up close? Yes, it's true, cloves are a total Monet.




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Kinky Friedman for Governor!

In just one week I'll be off to Texas. Okay, first I'll be off to Oklahoma, and then will be driving to Kansas, and then driving back to Oklahoma, making a pilgrimage to Wayne Coyne's house, and THEN off to Texas. Austin, Texas where Slacker was born. I am hoping to be served Texas toast and see (but not run over) thousands upon thousands of Armadillos and maybe even spot Willie Nelson if I'm lucky. Do you have friends in Austin that will let us sleep at their house for free? If so, please let me know! We are very nice guests and cook very good food.

Oh! and don't forgot to check out my website as I have been adding lots of new stuff to the "things" section.

Bianchis + Audis = Bad

With the phone ringing off the hook, I finally decided to extricate myself from my warm cocoon of pillows and down blankets, and stumble to the living room to answer it. My beautiful fiance was at the other end of the call and told me that he had just been hit by a car as he was biking to work. Suddenly I was very wide awake. He told me that he was okay, but that his bike was fucked. I threw on glasses and clothes quickly and raced down to Lakeshore to get him, all the while feeling that I might attack the bastard that hit him when I arrived if he was still there. And in fact he was there, and when I pulled up I saw that he looked eerily like Tre Musco! He received evil ray of death looks from me, though in the end I did not attack. Both Cale's knees and the bike's brakes sustained minor injuries, though neither looked as bad as I had prepared myself for. So everything is okay and going to be just fine. But let us all remember to drive our Audis carefully!! For goodness sake!

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la laa

...the soundtrack in my head right now.

If you want to know why, please call me!

Punk Rock Haircut

I got my hair cut at Mama Buzz Cafe in Oakland last night. Megan, the style mistress of Punk Rock Haircut night, was radical and gave me a great new 'do. It was cold and rainy outside. Inside it was warm and I was drinking chai and telling Megan about how, when I was 15, we always talked about doing "punk rock haircuts" for free, and how I had this whole thing about my beauty shop on a bridge in Iowa. That's because once I died a German boy's hair pink on a bridge in Iowa and thought it was a proper locale for a beauty shop. Yep. My 1996 notebook says it's true:

Just in case you're wondering, my friend Mark was the one who came up with the thing about sex bread. It was his idea to have a bakery and put a girl in a bikini in the window who would be holding loaves of bread and, naturally, attract much business to the bakery. We were enterprising youth.