Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
why I'm not a ceramic artist
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
commencing
Today Cheney spoke at graduation. A lot of people
protested and I really didn't understand why. I
thought he had some interesting things to say.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
lone weed
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
decorating
Monday, April 23, 2007
how I beat the system every week
In our communal laundry room there's a dryer that works without quarters. It's older than the other dryers and a mustard color instead of white, so it scares most people away. Sometimes it's already being used so I begrudgingly fork over the 50¢ for dry clothes. Our landlord doesn't know it's broken and I'm not going to be the one to tell him.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
approval
Thursday, April 19, 2007
french-made
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
snorkel
Saturday, April 14, 2007
the little mermaid
I was reading Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid and it reminded me of those squirmy little green creatures that guarded Ursula's cave in the Disney movie. Those still scare me.
Friday, April 13, 2007
big banana
There's a house at 450 North 200 East with a twenty-foot [inflatable?] banana standing on end in the front yard.
I have no idea why it's there.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
rainy days
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
high heels
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
chartreuse
Monday, April 9, 2007
recycle
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Friday, April 6, 2007
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
what's in the bag?
Today I was staring out the window wishing I was outside, when a guy walked by with a large black nylon bag. It looked like it could hold a gun, but the barrel would have been way too long. Maybe it was for a single, very expensive, oversized golf club. Or maybe a set of flaming batons. I guess it will remain a mystery.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Monday, April 2, 2007
bird by bird
One evening last May I was driving down a long rural road in Springville, Utah. It was about seventy degrees with a distinct farm smell in the air. I had the top down on my Jeep and looking out through the roof I saw literally thousands of tiny little birds perched on top of a power line. All at once, they all flew into the sky and I could see all of their little silhouettes above me.