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October 2007

AGK - Black-Eyed Dog (Neon Dog)

It’s been very, very busy. Sophia is good, Arica is good (but getting a cold) and work is good, so I’m good. But tired! I haven’t really had much chance to play with my birthday present.

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sg and Daisy at the Park (and Misha - Summersend)

Look - I wrote captions and everything:

Sophia in the Swing
sg’s new favorite vowel is “O”, which is handy, as “uh-oh” (pronounced, roughly, “oh-oh”) makes up fully one-half of her vocabulary. (The other half is “Daisy” (pronounced to include some sounds that I’m pretty sure aren’t used outside of rural Bavaria and certain Chinese provinces).)

 

Sophia in the Swing
From my grandmother to my father to me to sg, it’s the Tongue of Very Serious Thought, and it is genetic.

 

Sophia in the Swing
One more in the swing

 

Daisy Casts a Long Shadow
Daisy is a small dog that casts a long shadow. When we first found her wandering near the dumpster, she wore a collar that said “Small Dog That Casts a Long Shadow”.

 

Too Bright, Dad
Too bright, dad.

 

Radiohead - Idioteque Calisthenics (feat. Gift of Gab & Cut Chemist)

A Literacy Problem

This is from a couple of weeks ago at Zoo Atlanta. I don’t know why it bothers me, but it does. Disregarding stupid rules I can understand. I can even understand, if not especially respect, disregarding rules for no other reason than that they are there. But for these folks, the value of the picture of their daughter (or whatever) hugging a bronze Willie B. outweighs (x) any respect they have for the zoo’s request to keep off plus (y) the cost of teaching their young friend that rules don’t apply to you if they’re inconvenient plus (z) any shame involved. (I tried to add to (z) by loudly lamenting the sad state of literacy in the US today, but this seemed to pass unnoticed.)

iTunes offered me several choices for this post: Dylan’s “Idiot Wind” (“Your an idiot, babe; it’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe”), Jane’s Addiction’s “Idiots Rule” and TMBG’s “Museum of Idiots”, but these are exactly the kind of folks I picture when I listen to Idioteque, so here you go.

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