Tuesday, November 10, 2009
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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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Shouldn't this one be title "self portrait" too?
Bless you, too. I nearly labeled it thusly but I didn't because I figured Mr. Rodin wouldn't spend ninety seconds looking at my mug.
But I was SO tempted.
You're equating your angst to Pompeii people now?
Nora was instructed about the Pompeii people in kindergarten. I loved that conversation.
"Well, sweetie, sometimes there are just occasions when you get buried under a mountain of ash while holding your baby and dog. Now eat your peas."
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