| FEBRUARY 2005 Aaah, February...my least favorite month. How convenient that it's only 28 days (seems like I just paid rent?). If it weren't for Sean's birthday on Feb. 26, I think I would skip this month altogether, just remove it from the system and skip to March. When Sean was hauling a box of old photos and shite out to the storage space, this slipped out. In honor of Sean's 36th year on planet Earth, I hereby declare February 2005 stoner metal Venice dude month. |
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One of my pat phrases is: "as boring as a Tuesday in February." In fact, this late-Winter-rainy month was so boring, that we decided to count the spaghetti strands in a batch of pesto. I guessed 300. Sean guessed 500. The total? 750! Please note Sean's special scientific measuring method. | |
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is a photo illustrating how wonderful our homemade pesto is.
Those who received our paper newsletter got the recipe. We make this
healthy dish about twice a week. It leaves your teeth green. |
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Obligatory
cat picture. The Mayor looking very serious. Thank you Photoshop High
Pass filter (for crisp sharpening). |
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After
doing the caticatures,
I got a crazy idea to make a plush toy doll of the Mayor. Here is his
3-D likeness, in high-class felt. |
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Moped,
enhanced by the High Pass filter. She is no doubt observing birds she will never have the pleasure of devouring. |
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Charlotte
loves the Mayor. And he loves her. |
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This
is my wallet. It is in El Segundo. Do you have a popular hip-hop
song in your head now? One of the advantages to working in El Segundo: you can leave your wallet on a rainy beach while waiting for traffic to die down while watching airplanes land and take off. |
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Like
these ships at sea. |
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The Mayor isn't really vegetarian, as he'd like to have you believe here. He did enjoy the carrot tops from the Farmer's Market. | |
Fallen
Foliage. I was intrigued by this wall of vines that had peeled
off the building in the rain. It resembled a wave - you could go inside
it. |
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Sean shares a bite of bread with The Mayor, aka The Corpulent Porker. He will eat anything. Like a rat, he will find food anywhere in the house (uh, The Mayor, not Sean). | |
If
you eat at Prasadam Cafe (Sunset and Lucile, Silverlake), you
might be so lucky to be kissed by the staff there. If not, you can be
sure to have at least a delicious, healthy vegetarian meal. |
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Gordon said he would get this tattoo when Hunter S. Thompson died. The man commits suicide, and two days later, here's the tattoo extending across Gordon's forearm. Gordon is a serious man. Do not take him lightly. | |
IKEA
is not only a place to buy cheap modern furniture, it is a
place to do deeply psychological photography. |
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They
are friends. They are lovers. They are brother and sister. They
are mother and son. They are never short of extreme cuteness. |
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In
his ongoing effort to make Squeaky's life as comfortable and
pleasurable as possible, Sean constructed several shelves for Squeaky
to walk up the wall. Needless to say, he knows looks down upon us with
disdain from his platform-upon-high. |
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Eddie, Sean and I went to CalTech in Pasadena to hear a standing-room-only lecture by comedian/cosmologist/ theoretical physicist Michio Kaku, co-founder of string theory, which states everything is vibrating and connected and there are parallel universes. With the mind of a hilarious genius scientist, Michio kept the topic of subatomic particles lively and timely and I can't wait to read his book "Parallel Worlds." Anything to lessen the deadening of the office cubicle reality of my world. Please give me a parallel one, but without all the beige. After the
lecture, we took advantage of CalTech's lobby of mod furniture and did
some impromptu shots with the self-timer. Sean served as director, I
served as creative consultant and Eddie, well he was actor extraordinaire.
The heron made a surprise landing on a lily-clad reflecting pool. |
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Julie's
February Photo Tip: |
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SUSHI
HEAVEN! |
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