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The Seagull

I tried to take a picture. It was there right in front of me on the glass as clear as a bell, wings splayed out with its head clearly defined. But like a ghost it seemed to disappear when the lens was pointed in its direction. A seagull had crashed into our front window while we were away at work and left a perfect dusty imprint of its outline right smack dab in the center. Out on the lawn was a ring of feathers where, what I suppose was a crow, had attacked it’s dead or maimed body and plucked out it’s feathers before finally devouring its meal. I wanted to preserve it somehow, maybe take the glass out of the window or transfer the impression onto something. Surely this would be great art if I could just find a way to save it. This had everything I thought great art to be; imagery both beautiful and horrid at the same time. The great drama of life and death’s circle, unwrapped in a single moment using feathers no less. All this captured in a gossamer imprint that seemed to get fainte...

Seattle International Film Festival

I thought this week I would put up a shameless plug for the movie Kennewick Man: an Epic Drama of the West for this week’s forum. It’s hard to believe that it was all the way back in October when it had it’s premier at the Seattle Art Museum . Where does all the time go? The movie was accepted into the Seattle International Film Festival and will be showing on Sunday the 26th and Tuesday the 28th. If you get a chance to see it, go. I say this not because it’s my brothers first feature documentary, nor do I say this because he was kind enough to ask me to do the soundtrack. I say this because I truly think this is a very good movie. It’s a complex story told through interviews and presented in a way that makes you think about it long after the movie is over. Speaking of my brother, he and his wife and new baby just got back from a month in Europe. We got together last night for dinner and heard all the stories and saw all the pictures. Made me want to pack up the family and head out o...

Mother's Day

Well now happy mothers day to all you mothers out there. This is a picture of me and the boys taken by my good friend Corlis. We gave it to Sweetie in a nice frame so’s she can take it to work or do whatever with. Me and the older boy made her waffles for breakfast and tried to let her sleep in as long as we could but it was pretty exciting for the boys and try as we did, she didn’t get to sleep past nine. The older boy somehow got it in his mind that he wanted to get mom some purple lipstick as a gift and made sure that on Saturday we went out and got her some. Fortunately we met a nice sales lady who managed to talk him into something not too purple and on Sunday, Sweetie seemed to even like it. I thought it looked pretty nice myself though by the end of the morning, Sweetie had marked just about everything with a lip imprint. It was a beautiful day, with the sun all hot and shiny and hardly a cloud in the sky. Sweetie got to take a nap in the afternoon as me and the boys...

Nothing

I’m feeling particularly un-inspired this week. But I also feel that I should be updating this web page, so there lays the conundrum. Is it worth my time to post a boring update? Ever since Minnie fixed my web page it has made it a lot easier to update so it’s really not a big deal to do any more. It’s really just a matter of preference or aesthete I suppose. Also is it worth it for you to even read this? If you read this lousy uninspired update and have never visited this web page before you might blow it off and never read any thing else I’ve written. Of course you might just blow this off anyway regardless of the quality of today’s update. You might hate my name, or the fact that I live in a trailer park, or any number of things. But since this page is free, both to me and to anyone who comes into my little web world, how do I quantify worth? Worth in this case, has nothing to do with money and everything to do with everything else. Is it worth Time, or Effort, or The Stress of writ...