This year, instead of making my traditional stigmata cookies for Easter, my cookies will depict a cross section of a rabbit’s ovaries, complete with chocolate egg fetuses.

The entry into the garage. We had new siding put on the house three…four? years ago. At the time, they also put in new garage doors with openers, new windows in the media room (a 10′x25′ room on the south side of the house). Why I didn’t include this door in the deal is a mystery to me. I remember thinking, “Ooo, this is too much money.” But, honestly, what would another three or four hundred dollars have done to the loan, lien on the house over the course of fifteen years?

Nevermind the decaying concrete ruined by ten years of throwing “snow-melt” on top of it, that now needs to be ripped out and replaced. “All in good time,” I keep thinking. “All in good time.” And then there’s the landscaping. Oh, fuck it. The shoemaker’s kids go without shoes.

Cope thinks the old cliché of beauty in the eye of the beholder explains the situation well: “The dots and lines on paper are merely triggers that set things off in our mind, do all the wonderful things that give us excitement and love of the music, and we falsely believe that somewhere in that music is the thing we’re feeling,” he says. “I don’t know what the hell ’soul’ is. I don’t know that we have any of it. I’m looking to get off on life. And music gets me off a lot of the time. I really, really, really am moved by it. I don’t care who wrote it.”

Good luck on that novel.

(via kottke)

I once saw a Japanese archer shoot three arrows at a target that was about 70 yards away. All three arrows were in the air before the first one hit.

A group of 11 photographers I am involved with called Charming Lands is participating in Fotofest in Houston.

We created a group exhibition at Box 13 entitled Panta Rei.

Opening Reception: Saturday, March 13, 7-9:30pm. I hope you can stop by.

Forged in the fires of Mordor from 1,300 grams (or 2.9 pounds) of 14-karat gold, this head is an exact replica of Daniels or possibly Whoopi Goldberg. Either way, it’s both amazing and terrifying.

It is written in my will that if I am shot and eaten, I may not be served with either apple or mint jelly.