Send word, by cat or bird.

On Tuesday night I attended my first ever Richmond Braves baseball game, and while I spent most of the time trying to convince the group I was with that the birds flying overhead were actually vampire bats (Michael later confirmed that they are in fact Nighthawks ) with each peanut shell I ground into the concrete below me this town felt a little bit more like home.

Ya'll?

It is some unwritten rule that, when I get a new job I will inevitably come down with some sort of illness before one month of working is completed. And since I have been working for such a short period of time, I will feel too insecure to take off for a day, and will drag my ass to work and look like a dump all day.

Excellent.

In other news, my best friend Eliot is at American Idol auditions right now, which is...wow.

I've got the grog.

Last night I went to "Silent Music Revival," a monthly event organized by my friend Jameson, where a silent movie from the 1920's is played, and a DJ who has never seen it improvizes a score. Pretty neat, and the movie was nuts:

The past is like a weirdo mystery that I don't want to solve.

On keeping bees.

Slinky books.

I made these over the weekend. I think they're sort of neat. I bookboarded them and used vintage book photos and cloth for the covers, and the insiders are like awesome, fold out slinky pages! Check it out:

Babies eating is my favorite.

Tomatoes are fruits

The fruits of my labor:


Damn, what am I supposed to do with all this labor fruit?


*This is one day's harvest.

Babies havin' babies

Meet Ruby, my four month old Mutt of a dog, presumably Irish Wolfhound and poodle:

Ruby lost a tooth today:Her loss, my gain.


*I washed it first.