Good Frames won't save bad paintings

This, all day.

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:14:33 -0400

This, all day.

robonza: One of my photos is up on All Hail The Black Market,...

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:52:22 -0400

robonza:

One of my photos is up on All Hail The Black Market, sweet!

Prepare for the wheelbarrows full of money to be wheeled up your driveway.

Friends.

Wed, 15 May 2013 20:01:44 -0400

Friends.

Little pal. on Flickr.

Wed, 15 May 2013 10:56:17 -0400

Little pal. on Flickr.

The Toadies, Berkeley Square, May third, 1995.

Wed, 15 May 2013 08:01:00 -0400

The Toadies, Berkeley Square, May third, 1995.

Trek.

Wed, 15 May 2013 07:58:59 -0400

Trek.

Banff.

Wed, 15 May 2013 07:57:59 -0400

Banff.

Pretty much.

Wed, 15 May 2013 07:54:35 -0400

Pretty much.

Roskopp.

Sat, 11 May 2013 17:14:00 -0400

Roskopp.

Because only crazy people don’t like to party.

Fri, 10 May 2013 12:07:54 -0400

Because only crazy people don’t like to party.

2013 Underbike Industry Mixer® rule number three.

Tue, 07 May 2013 21:12:13 -0400

2013 Underbike Industry Mixer® rule number three.

Demonika.

Tue, 07 May 2013 18:10:49 -0400

Demonika.

"After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 12:48:00 -0400

“

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

”

- Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” (via awelltraveledwoman)

Corndog doesn’t half-step shit.

Sun, 05 May 2013 11:16:54 -0400

Corndog doesn’t half-step shit.

Birthday boy.

Fri, 03 May 2013 16:46:00 -0400

Birthday boy.

Photo

Thu, 02 May 2013 10:20:49 -0400

untitled on Flickr.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:26:16 -0400

untitled on Flickr.

Geno and Joop. My heart just exploded.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 13:04:25 -0400

Geno and Joop. My heart just exploded.

How am I just learning about this?

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 11:26:01 -0400

How am I just learning about this?

She’s obviously playing a Cherubs 7”.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 11:20:50 -0400

She’s obviously playing a Cherubs 7”.