So happy, although it is an overwhelming amount of work and responsibility. She’s adorable, though. Still trying to come up with a name. Candidates so far are:
Bucket
Donut
Kitty
Debbi Gibson
Not sure yet, but still coming up with ideas. Please share if you have ideas! But for now, here is a song by my new favorite rap group, Serengeti & Polyphonic.
Enjoy!
After months of Jon’s incessant begging, I have agreed to this guest column on toiletooth.com. My rate was a tuna sandwich, which is currently being prepared for me by Jon himself. The initial subject of my much looked forward to contribution was supposed to be a review of some beef jerky, which was a bit dry and tasted like that time I took a pull off the bottle of whiskey that nearly everyone at the party had put their cigarette out in it. Pretty good, but not really column worthy. I have decided (without permission from the editor) to instead write a short review on Jon’s newest work in progress, a piece entitled Newtooth: Save Cat and Unicorn. Cat and Unicorn, while incomplete at the time of writing, already exhibits the angst and uncompromising emotion that Simon is known for. It’s simplicity and stark beauty are such as to leave the viewer breathless. In modest chalk on board, it portrays the epic and eternal struggle between the cat and it’s formidable (albeit imaginary) foe, the unicorn. The cat (which in actuality looks more like a two-year-old down syndrome child’s rendition of an octopus with a cat’s head) strikes angrily at the smug grin of the charging unicorn, cementing in our minds the beauty and power that is this universally known rivalry.
The piece is complemented by the quiet tinklings of Scarborough Fair, a classic in it’s own right, which lends it’s harpsichord to the gore of the battle. Newtooth: Save Cat and Unicorn is a developmentally disabled tour de force, sure to viewed worldwide as a masterpiece, throwing out the conventions of Da Vinci, spitting in the face of Warhol, and shitting upon the bare and exposed chest of Egon Schiele.
“Marty was still in high school and I was working at JoAnn Fabrics, I was on my way home one nite, I lived 8 minutes from the Mall in Kandiyohi, you remember. That nite I was 20 min late, my family asked why I was so late, and then I told them I saw a space ship a mile from town, it hovered, a block away in front of me. I had to stop for a stop sign, it was clearly a space ship, round and alot of light under it, the ground was like day, it was as high as the telephone wires, that hang from the poles. It was so strange, I could not believe my eyes, after that I cannot remember any more info, next thing I was driving up my driveway.
A few weeks later, Marty was at a pizza party at one of his friends in Willmar, and he proceeded to tell ’my story ‘ to the kids and the Mom came in the room and asked him to repeat it again, the same thing happened to her, on the same night, about the same time, on the edge of Willmar. She could not remember any more either.
So that is the only memory I have unless I was to go through hypnosis.”
Auntie
this email was sent to me today. my aunt and i had this conversation spark up because of this article from newscientist.com.
i have never really believed in aliens, but i have to admit, someone as sane as my auntie barb with a story like this challenges that…..
here is where i put my music, my creations, and pictures. among other things. thanks for stopping by, and please comment if you like to let me know you did so!
“Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.”
(Pablo Picasso)
"I have a love in my life, it makes me stronger than anything you could imagine."
(Barry Egan, Punchdrunk Love)
“To iterate is human, to recurse divine.”
(L. Peter Deutsch)
"But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have."
("The Tin Man" by America)
this place was for my music, but then my whole life took over.
Sleestacks were a dispicable breed; which guarded something that no one ever understood. The walked slow, and the supposed danger was high, yet no one ever was hurt by a Sleestack, and one was like Ghandi.
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