A year old

Simon fell asleep @our house with one hand still in his candy bowl.. heehee;)

Sledding by Rock Canyon;)

Dance party, feets only.

Seattle, where my soul might belong

Smiling Coyote in Southern AZ

a little bit racist

here's a little video that explains how i feel on the matter. After having lunch with mar and dad and talking about racists and homophobes it made me think about a little song that ellie's little brother intruduced to us. love you guys

click on the title for the vid

Appointment at the top of the hill with Todd the university photo man at -27

Continuing My French Studies

After learning that the French are worried about trombones on their copy machines, and after my encounter with the feared Norwegian "rumpeballe," I've decided to continue my linguistic investigations.

Take, for instance, this "carte de visite," or visiting card from the 19th century. The master of "photographie artistique" is Mr. E. Bateman, from Dunkerque. Why he has a web site will be explained in a minute.

What had me wondering was the statement at the bottom that "Les cliches son conserves" (pardon the disappearing accents).

The cliches are protected?

Ben, we'll need help again on this one, like your wisdom about tampons and trombones.

Here's a bit of context: Ed Bateman lives in Salt Lake, and this version of his "Mechanical Brides of the Universe" was hanging on the wall of Ken Sanders Rare Books when I bought it.

The French!

This is a musical and mechanical essay.

Its purpose is to make fun of the French, and by extension, of Ben.

While making copies today in preparation for class tomorrow -- the class called "Wanderlust: Writing Travel" -- I had time to read some of the directions stamped into the plastic case of the copier.

A set of directions, in English, Spanish, German, French, Japanese, Chinese, Arabic, and who knows what else, listed possible dangers to the machine. The dangers included originals with staples, originals with sticky surfaces, originals with paper clips.

And it was in the latter list that the French came up with their own danger, a musical danger, a curved and tubular danger: ORIGINEAX AVEC TROMBONES!

I don't know just what's going on in that country, why they would be copying originals with trombones, why trombones would be anywhere near copy machines, why trombones wouldn't be kept in the clubs and out of the offices, but evidently warning office workers to avoid copying originals with trombones makes sense in France.

But perhaps Ben could enlighten us?