I put my daughter’s latest sculpture head up on facebook and got 20+ people commenting or liking and I told her about it, Olivia, she’s six, and she was quite surprised and impressed although I don’t think she understood any of the facebook business, but got the liking business; it was similar to when my wife skyped me at home on a day I was there working with our sick 3 year old, Ben, who I brought over to the computer and there he saw mommy and she asked him questions and he sort of answered but mostly just grinned like a crazy man and you could just tell that he had no idea if that was really mommy or just some surprising screen-thing like tv, angry birds, jake and the neverland pirates, the ipad and the like.

there’s a solution here:

To the problem, ray:

Hopefully.

A buddy of mine once told me that “if you have a song totally stuck in your head and you can’t get it out, listen to this.”

Yep. That works. Now what?

Wow. I just came across this album in the stacks. I was in love with, and in fact, married to, although she didn’t know that, Louise Goffin for a year or so around 1979. “Kid Blue” was a great album! The music, the cover shots, the pedigree. I was seriously day-dreamed into believing she and I were married. Oh, Louise, it was all very unrequited. I’ve been hurt by love.

I’m coming out in favor of the new american idol. Right. The same old american idol. But with the new judges and whatnot, it feels a bit fresh. Exactly what it needed. So that’s my stance on american idol. Go ahead and file it.

Tonight I heard they had tricky on and I know tricky and was thinking, “sweet! Tricky!” But then I saw the dude and I thought, “wait a minute! That’s not my tricky!” and I realized that I had a tricky. My very own tricky. And apparently there is more than one tricky.

I read the article in Harper’s that preceded this book some years back on the North Shore of Lake Superior on a rainy autumn day. It was a beautifully told and fascinating story about a shipping container filled with these rubber duckies that slides from a ship in the middle of the Pacific, I think, and begin popping up on beaches around the world. I’ve been forever blown away by a description of an area (hundreds of?) miles in diameter some where in the Pacific where plastic (and other) garbage comes together in the currents, almost coagulates – plastic bottles, shopping bags, laundry baskets, and on and on and on. Yum.

[Contraption]

GAS PASSERS

From a website for Spartan Digital Electronics, a company invented by the Government Accountability Office for a covert test of the Energy Star rating-approval and monitoring procedure. Of twenty imaginary products submitted, fifteen were approved, including the one below; in its March report, the GAO concluded that the program is “for the most part a self certification program vulnerable to fraud and abuse.”

Spartan Digital Electronics is proud to announce its latest line of home electronics. The gas-powered Black Gold model clock radio is sleek, durable, easy on your electric bill, and surprisingly quiet. The newly Energy Star – qualified product is safe for indoor use and easy on the environment. This product approximates the size of a small portable generator for increased ease while traveling.

As quoted in Harpers Magazine July 2010

Found this old card. The truth stands. It really is true, Ruth. what’s your rush? Be patient and present. Enjoy the journey, like they like to say.