Monthly Archives: May 2002

this is hope

his name is adam. adam pearl. words cannot express the mix of joy and sadness… he is a beautiful boy. he deserves a far sweeter world than the one that came before him, than the one his father knew. and the world he will know is the one that we are creating today. fear remains,

an era ended

sapphireblue has turned out the lights and left a note for the curious. i think i understand her motivations, but this means that my original web mentor has retired…. for the moment, anyway.

peanut gallery or firing line

okay. i’ve given you a few days to take in the new blue design. so… what do you think?

what you don’t have..

you don’t need it now. memorial day weekend in brief revue. or brief relief. bas relief? half day on friday. a too short visit home on saturday. the visit included patriotic barbershop singing, as my dad is now the president of the local spebsqsa chapter. yes, there is such a thing. and really, it is

the new black is black

all of you fashion-conscious folk out there will be interested to note that goth is the new look for fall. “A clear backlash against the hippie vibe of the summer, and one of the key looks of the season, will see you wearing a wardrobe full of black leather and masses of attitude.” [from WGSN]

jeremy got a gun

a potato gun, that is. be afraid. be very afraid.

a gallery of two

the weekend’s work turned up a pair of black & white photographs given to me a few years ago. they are more than worth your time. enjoy.

d.i.y. sunday movie matinee

i was productive. for a while. cleaned on a micro-scale in the room, throwing away almost drawerfuls of random and unnecessary refuse. things i just don’t need anymore, expired insurance cards, obsolete coupons for things i would never have bought, even old letters i realize i will never again read. then i settled into the

directorial decision

i volunteered in 1999, but was unable to attend. i volunteered in 2000 and in 2001, enjoying the experience both times. the staff position gives you a somewhat removed perspective on the whole event, allowing you to be in the midst of the affair without actually getting caught up in its benign madness. in other

three hours of sleep later

plus a venti latte with nutmeg in it. no, i didn’t add nutmeg to my latte on purpose. i reached for the chocolate cocoa stuff on the counter and grabbed the wrong shaker and had dropped a good two shakes of aromatic spice into my coffee before i knew the wrong i was committing. this