My Birds Have Flown
September 30th, 2006 @ 00:11Posted by: Jimmie

Casey moved out, and today, Taylor moved into her house.
(sniff, sniff)

Casey moved out, and today, Taylor moved into her house.
(sniff, sniff)

Could be much more complicated!
Just look at the Swindon roundabout!

The surface of a stinging nettle leaf. The large stinging hairs are hollow tubes with walls of silica making them into tiny glass needles. The bulb at the base of each hair contains the stinging liquid, which includes formic acid, histamine, acetylcholine and 5-hydroxytryptamine (serotonin). The tips of the glassy hairs are very easily broken when brushed, leaving a sharp point, which can pierce the skin to deliver the sting.
Colour-enhanced scanning electron micrograph by Liz Hirst.
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Zombies marched for their rights.
“The zombies’ signs in the march included badly spelled slogans such as`”Mairage = 1 Zombie + 1 Zombie”, “More Binifits for Zombie Vets in Our`Necronomoconomy”, “Brains…The Other White Meat”, “We’re here, we’re`dead, get used to it!” and “Zombies Was People Too.” The zombies,`shouting “What do we want? Brains! When do we want them? Brains!” was`unhindered by a group of pirates protesting
“You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left.”
just walking distance from the little house. This year they’re having crab races and a gumbo cookoff. Might be that the fast crabs make it to freedom and the slow crabs end up in the gumbo. With all the fresh seafood down there I bet the gumbo will be crazy good. We’ve been most of the last five or six years and it’s always very coastal small town cool.

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Iridescent Glass Fish Mosaics
by John T Unger

Especially Brach’s
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Birds trying to escape their drawing
all from paper and glue
I’m trying to take my “just turned 50, go sleep naked on the beach” fishing trip but I want to go in our funky 1982 Jeep Cherokee 4 wheel drive truck. It’s the only way to get waaaaaay down the beach to be alone. But, surprise surprise, it keeps breaking down. It’s suppose to wait until I’m on the road 50 miles from nowhere. At first I thought it was the water pump and I ran out and bought another one but it looks like a heater core problem. It’s something wierd that’s dumping a ton of water on top of the engine. Art just called from down there, he took his family fishing at the little jetty close to the house and caught a big redish. While that was happening another redfish pulled the a rod and reel out of his son’s hands and into the water. And Art, always the entertainer, fell off the jetty and into the water trying to get to it. It had a redfish on the hook and the float was buzzing back and forth along the surface, the fish dragging the fishing pole across the bottom. And where was Art? Swimming after trying to grab the float. Which he says he did. I wish I had been there with a camera. See, I’m missing the show - I have to get down there.

this was at baby David’s baby shower at Sissy’s house.


San Francisco artist Rio Yanez hosted “The Great Tortilla Conspiracy” at the De Young museum last week, inviting artists to come by and have their art silkscreened onto tortillas with edible inks.
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