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  • Infinite Compassion

    Infinite Compassion

    Standing Bodhisattva, MMoA, 2007 View On White Bodhisattva, MMoA View On White Subhutti: Is it at all possible, O Lord, to hear the perfection of wisdom, to distinguish and consider her, to make statements and to reflect about her? Can one explain, or learn, that because of certain attributes, tokens or signs this is the…

  • Heavy Metal Fashion

    Heavy Metal Fashion

    Fashion! Fashion! Fashion! At MMoA, we spent a good portion of time in the Knights in Shining Armor galleries, H.o.p. ogling metal and me taking dozens of photos for him since he’s been knight crazy for a year and I knew he’d want to be able to later study the different styles of armor…which is…

  • Upstairs

    We have living above us the next Coen Brother’s movie plot. You think I’m joking. I’m not. I’m dead serious about it. And, no matter how much I love the Coen Brothers (“The Big Lebowski’s” dude is my hero) I don’t want the plot of their next movie living above us because DAMN IT the…

  • This is taking forever

    This is taking forever

    Cactus and Palms and Pink Condo, Arizona View Larger On White

  • 12,000 square feet (more or less) of darkness filled with monolithic shadows deflating…

    12,000 square feet (more or less) of darkness filled with monolithic shadows deflating…

    Party at Monkey Joe’s, 2007 Light box enlargement Party at Monkey Joe’s, 2007 We figured it would be nice to have a birthday party for H.o.p. at one of those play places that have all the inflatables. Marty had suggested Bouncing Bob’s but it was rather expensive. So, though I thought it would be cool…

  • Watch "The Story of Stuff"

    Head over to Youtube and watch every chapter of “The Story of Stuff”–the Intro, Extraction, Production, Distribution, Consumption, Disposal and Another Way. Or view the film at The Story of Stuff website.

  • Double Digit Boy

    Double Digit Boy

    Ten years ago, on December 1st, I ambled into the hospital toward midnight, having begun labor at 7:30 pm. This is what I looked like on the way out of our place. A neighbor thought to grab a camera and memorialize the moment. This is what emerged from me on December 2nd, towards midnight. H.o.p.’s…

  • The Joffrey Ballet performs "The Rite of Spring"

    Spent a long while Sunday evening watching and then watching again (and again) the Joffrey Ballet’s recreation of Nijinsky and Stravinsky’s 1913 “The Rite of Spring”. The Rite of Spring, video 1 The Rite of Spring, video 2 The Rite of Spring, video 3 You owe it to yourself to watch this ballet. Really, you…

  • NOT THE ENCYCLOPEDIA

    A cousin H.o.p.’s age is now, after being a reluctant reader, making his way through the encyclopedia. If H.o.p. was making his way through the encyclopedia, I’d be proud of him too. He’s not. H.o.p. has instead discovered the joys of the comics and graphic novels alley of the second hand bookstore. I mentioned comics…

  • IN WHICH WE ARE TOLD THAT WE DO INDEED HAVE EXCEPTIONAL ANTS, IN AS MUCH AS THEY ARE "MEDIOCRE"

    We’re scarce around here, aren’t we? H.o.p. couldn’t care less that Marty and I have come down with bad colds (I went for three months without one and believe me I’m at least grateful for that) and has just popped on Mozart’s Requiem. “Guess what I’m listening to?” he sings out. I’ve decided the music…

  • "This was the greatest Halloween!"

    "This was the greatest Halloween!"

    H.o.p. had wanted to be a Dalek. Faced, however, with the formidable challenge of making a Dalek costume, he eventually opted to be a mummy, which only required green, black and white make-up and some time spent tearing a sheet into bandages and then wrapping him up in them. We returned to the old neighborhood…

  • One day…

    One day…

    H.o.p.(out of the blue starts telling me a story): One day, a mouse was digging in the ground because he wanted to be a paleontologist and a rock star… Ho ho. Because I caught it, he regaled me thereafter with a number of variations. * * * * * * * * We were talking…