Art is where you find it. Or is it?
Monday, February 26, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Hair and Hares
My barber, Lori, told me not to towel-dry my hair. She told me to imagine each hair as a segmented toy snake and that the hairs get damaged when tousled by the towel. It’s best to pat my hair dry. *I’ve been towel drying my hair for years, apparently causing “frayed” ends and breaking my hair. Lori also told me where to start shaving my neck in relationship to my beard (two fingers width below the jaw-line). I do not have a beard at the moment but it will come in handy when I do.
Lori told me one of her customers brought her two snowshoe hares that she is going to make fricassee out of this week. She showed me a foot from one of the hares. It was about the size of a baby's hand - a 2 year old baby.
Lori told me one of her customers brought her two snowshoe hares that she is going to make fricassee out of this week. She showed me a foot from one of the hares. It was about the size of a baby's hand - a 2 year old baby.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
Winter
Pros and cons of living in Milwaukee in the winter. The pros are mixed in the same list with the cons because one man’s pro is another man’s con.
Dull-yellow dog pee frozen in its tracks on the sidewalk before it can reach the gutter.
My feet are cold.
The steering fluid in my truck feels as thick as a Culver’s milkshake. If Culver’s shakes aren’t thick than replace with thicker Wisconsin based milkshake.
At the end of a party, when it is time to throw the ice from the cooler into the ally, the ice stays put. Eventually it will be dyed yellow by passing drunks and dogs.
Polka Music.
My nose hairs freeze several times a day.
My feet are cold.
Friday night fish fry.
Dull-yellow dog pee frozen in its tracks on the sidewalk before it can reach the gutter.
My feet are cold.
The steering fluid in my truck feels as thick as a Culver’s milkshake. If Culver’s shakes aren’t thick than replace with thicker Wisconsin based milkshake.
At the end of a party, when it is time to throw the ice from the cooler into the ally, the ice stays put. Eventually it will be dyed yellow by passing drunks and dogs.
Polka Music.
My nose hairs freeze several times a day.
My feet are cold.
Friday night fish fry.
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