Sunday, April 28, 2013

Floyd + Snuggie = Love

You know who else likes my camouflage Snuggie? Floyd. Floyd is most certainly not a lapdog, but when I wear that Snuggie, he wishes he was. It's cheap poly-blend has some magic allure that makes him want to nuzzle in, to bury himself its forest-pattern folds. Maybe I should get him his own.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Fast and Furious

The rain yesterday: The windshield wipers couldn't swipe fast enough to keep the windshield clear. And the streets filled with treacherous  mega-puddles/micro-lakes, the sort you can't tell how deep they are until you're in the middle, the sort that once you enter you'd better not stop because the wake of your front bumper is the only thing keeping your engine from flooding and dying. And the wind yesterday: I came home to find two potted irises from my balcony toppled and smashed. (One had plunged over the edge and shattered dramatically on the ground below.) And the chairs had skewed all topsy turvy. A broken branch lay in the yard.

The whole business came on fast and furious, lasted an hour, and then was gone.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Cheeseburger with Egg, and a Side of Fries1

Yeah, it's a picture of my meal. I hear people gripe about that sort of thing over on Facebook. But this ain't Facebook. This is my turf. So deal with it.2

1 With malt vinegar. Mmm...

2 I've been watching Boardwalk Empire. The tough guy-tough talk is worming its way into my brain.

It's Getting Hot Out Here


And finally we reach the time of year when I actually get hot again. Yay!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Paper Dollar

The other day, one of the quirky/hard-up ladies around the neighborhood (we've got a lot of those) asked me for a paper dollar. She specifically said "paper". I wonder if she's got some beef with Susan B. Anthony. (I'll note that she was holding a small plastic cocktail cup full to the brim with shiny new pennies, so it's not like she had a problem with coinage in general.)

Monday, April 15, 2013

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Rain, Rain, Come and Stay

I like spring rains. Cold and wet? no thank you, but a bit of warm rain? absolutely. I was sitting on my balcony just now, as is my early morning habit, the air was stirring: then a drizzle, a pause, more drizzle; then rain, in fluctuating waves of intensity (driving me indoors). The map tells me this is the first outlier in what will be a delugian day. (Yeah, I made up "delugian", but I think it works: characterized by deluges.) Ooh! my garden will be so happy!

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo1


Because I'm the kind of nerd I am, I have an alarm set (on my Sol app2) that chimes at sunrise (and solar noon and sunset). On a recent morning, my sunrise chime went off. And a few seconds later, in the distance a rooster started crowing.3 And then it crowed again. And again and again and again for the next several minutes. Hmm. Roosters really do crow at the rising sun. (Why?)

1 We spell that sound funny. It doesn't really sound that cock-a-doodle-doo-ish. I wonder how other folks elsewhere spell it. (Of course, Google could tell me, but I'm lazy.)

2 Why? Well yeah, we know approximately when the sun is coming up, when its about midday, about when the sun is going down. But in contemporary, electrified life, these things lack the significance they once had. We don't need to know. But I just like knowing; I like having a little reminder of these key moments in each day, as our hunk of rock spins round and round on its axis. (It is of course ironic that I have a little compu-widget helping me reconvene with nature.)

3 I've talked about this before, but this was not a nouveau locavorian rooster, rather an old school funky-neighborhood country-never-quite-left-the-city bird. (I could tell by where the crows were coming from.)

Monday, April 08, 2013

The Best Medicine

I've expressed my love of old ska before, but I've realized it's more than just a fondness. For me, old ska is positively medicinal. I cannot feel tired or grumpy or down while or after listening to it.1 Some magic ska endorphin is released in my brain,2 and all is well; not just well but joyous. I'm mighty glad for this realization: ska is indeed the best medicine.3

1 Right now at 5:50 AM, I'm listening to old Maytals,a and goddamn! I'm feeling ready for the day.
a By the way, that ska-harmonica thing is totally true. In the past five songs, I've heard at least two with harmonica. And look at the lineup credits of the Skatalites, one of the major-est groups in this genre: Charles 'Charlie Organaire' Cameron on harmonica and organ. (I'm not surprising that he does both: they're used in similar ways in different songs — beat-DAH, beat-DAH, beat-DAH and then maybe an occasional melodic riff.)
2 No, not that magic ska endorphin.

3 Your mileage may very, but I bet you have some analog, some music that brings you this same sort of joy. (I'd be curious to hear what it is.)

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Born to Be (a Little Bit) Wild

I want to start a moped gang called "Heck's Angels."1

1 Somebody's probably made this (or a similar) joke before, but I ain't gonna Google to find out.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Flowers, Empty Lot

Of course the lot isn't really quite empty. It's got flowers. And a bunch of raggedy grass. Anybody know what these flowers are called? I only know them as "Barbie bouquets". (Each little cluster is like an itsy bouquet of flowers.)

Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Budding Willow, Before Dawn



The process has begun. (It's tricky drawing before dawn. Stuff is hard to see.)

Monday, April 01, 2013

Birds


I cheated. You'll note all the birds are exactly the same. Digital trickery. I don't care. It was late, just before nighty-night. For some reason, I wanted a picture of a flock of birds1 against a blue sky, and I got what I wanted. All is fair in love and drawing.

1 I specifically wanted swallows. I wasn't referencing a picture, and the tail is a bit off, but they do have a general swallow-ness about them.