yield

prune pączek

my soul

first cherries of 2008

the longer you don’t vote, the sadder and lonelier my pants become…

seriously.  they aren’t.

foie gras, in chicago

please help me locate my pants by voting in the poll at the right…

…is now live. from your brain to my mouth….

mouth 2.0- its a whole new orifice!

Readers, surely you sit at your computer terminal (and you call it that, as it is 1983 in your mind) and ponder various ways to gain agency over items inserted into my mouth. Rest assured, this blog will soon be replete with gadgets and doo-dads to influence what is put in my mouth. I believe the kids call things “widgets” and “plug-ins.” Next thing you know, you will be able to take a “pen” (ink holding apparatus) and write me “letter” that is sent through the “postal system” (loose network of interconnected governmental agencies that receive, sort, and distribute physical objects). Wow, what will they think of next…