Sunday, December 26, 2010

Friday, December 24, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Saturday, December 18, 2010

All Different and Still We're All Family


MERRY CHRISTMAS!
AND WELCOME HOME BEN AND SAM AND TOM.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Sitting in Brooklyn New York

Tom picked me up 2 hours later than scheduled, due to an accident on the highway in London that caused the entire flight crew to be late. It took them 4 hours to get to the airport whereas it normally takes them 40 minutes. I forgot to keep my warm clothes with me, and I cringed as I left JFK at the realization that the world has more climates than perfectly warm in Mumbai. Change in a dirty white tank top and short shorts for 10 layers of wool.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sam?

where 
in
the
world
is
sam
abbott?

Friday, November 26, 2010

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Picking your nose: for the grandkids

This poem is by Shel Silverstein:



Inside everybody’s nose
There lives a sharp-toothed snail.
So if you stick your finger in,
He may bite off your nail.
Stick it farther up inside,
And he may bite your ring off.
Stick it all the way, and he
May bite the whole darn thing off.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

President in my city

First of all, there is no way this is my city. The Salvation Army hostel we checked into for 5 dollars a night was filled with equally ambitious, equally sweaty, and equally non-original travelers. Nothing stirs up the mud in my vision of individual experience like a bunch of tourists crowding the same streets I'm crowding. Not to mention the 20 odd million people who have sense enough to reside here permanently. Clearly, Mumbai is not my city. But, it is not Obama's either, and he drove through it, right past our crowded touristy hostel, and kept us from our room for several hours. Poor guy needs an entourage to get him anywhere. I'm glad I'm not the president.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

paper wings

Firstly, ben your post didn't work at first, now it does.
No one understands "postscript allow full screen allowance..."

Let's maKe ours about faRts.
She laughs every time somebody farts
Or talks aBout farts.
"Duh, who couldn't."

I perrrrr one out like a trumpet.

William Faulkner advocated public
Urination.
Now people pee on his grave as a tribute
And smash whiskey and peppermint schnapps
Bottles.

Our batman, ironman, star wars, spiderman
Kites didn't fly well yesterday
Even though tornado warnings told us
To stay inside.
Somehow I managed to get mine stuck in a tree.

It hurts so good





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Monday, October 25, 2010

Florence, Alabama. The Heart of Dixie























Deep South.
Tubing at the
grandparents,
boating on the
Tennessee river,
hard rain, and
quiet Jake, the
dancer dog.

Oxford, Miss.... William Faulkner Gaulkner McKenzie didn't want me to post the one with her hair...