Both are smiling. Two great tastes, dextromethorphan and miso/sake/citrus marinade.
Monday, December 27, 2004
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Cauliflour
Consumer Literacy
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Monday, December 20, 2004
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Hole in the ground
Friday, December 17, 2004
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
My desk
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Vitals
Saturday, December 11, 2004
The Tortillarator
Friday, December 10, 2004
Thursday, December 09, 2004
decco drive
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Josh
Middle America: Josh comes to Boise to check on the Red States every once in a while. He brings me much needed Blue State intelligence from the East. It's a big boost for my personal development. We were in a discussion group called Men Discussing Gender back in the day. It was an outlet to talk about our feminist "partners".
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Bronco Fever
Friday, December 03, 2004
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Sunny Cold
Steelhead were not biting again today. Freezing wind saddens me. The blue icy sky reminds me of skiing with Hokanson in Mass. Justin's pirate radio show is on tonight. I can'T tune in very well. He's playing waiting for my man right now. The mountain with snow in the background is where Jeff has an FCC license to repeat the Boise community radio signal. We will blanket suburbia with packets of rebellion.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Friday, November 26, 2004
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Sunset
Fish n Game
My father-in-law called me as he was leaving the gym and said he saw the Fish and Game truck releasing steelhead (huge trout that have been living in the ocean and have returned to spawn at the fish hatchery) by the Parkcenter bridge. I had not been fishing in weeks b/c I've been out of town, working, having visitors from out of town, sick, etc. I left work early and drove the half mile to the bridge. I couldn't believe there were 2 dozen guys wetting their lines. They must have been following the truck like I was planning to do. A kid told me that they were hitting left and right at first. Isn't that like shooting fish in a barrel?
The usual Idaho wide berth etiquette was not exhibited. This was urban fishing like on the jetty in Miami Beach. No one talking. A couple of idiots splashing around. Everything was so heavily casted over that I thought it was pointless to even try. If I did have any luck, it wouldn't be the same as regular fishing. The whole point is to play chess with nature. The lack of complexity with this scenario was masturbatory at best.