At Nicky the Cook’s, awaiting the new year.
Digging through the stacks.
Put some mustard on it. Mmh.
Who’s a grumpy boy?
After a weekend of holiday festivities, I’m beat.
As Arthur Dent.
Grismas Round 3: True Colors.
Grismas Round 3: Acting Civilized.
Grismas Round 2.
Grismas Round 1: True Colors.
Grismas Round 1: Acting Civilized.
No, Mr Bond. I expect you to die.
You don’t know real capoeira.
Doing my first restaurant review.
And sometimes it’s tube top time.
Um, guys, where’s the top of the table?
As Toxie.
My life-changing meeting.
Making more cake balls.
Baby Hands Murphy needs a drink.
Hiding amongst the dishes.
Being kiss attacked by Pancake Land.
I made this our of sugar!
Making late night grilled cheese sandwiches and mini ravioli.
Working on today’s post (with coffee).
Finally, we sprinkle with Italian seasoning.
Top with cheese.
And onions.
Then olives.
Followed by artichoke.
Chicken comes next.
Adding spinach.
Saucing the crust.
The eagle is placing the eggs in the nest.
Eating a, well, I’m not sure.
Wish granted.
Working on the structural integrity of our “fort”.
I can’t feel my fingers.
“Wrapping” presnents.
It’s stuck.
Hazy shade of Winter.
Perhaps chili wasn’t the wisest lunch choice.
Video games.
What’s in the box?
Hauling leaves.
Stirring the risotto.
Packing my bags for the big food day.
Waiting for my Psychology class to begin.
Baking lots of bread.
Watching television in Pancake Land’s recliner.
Sandwich Control to Dark Womabt. Come in Dark Wombat.
Robbing the bicycle graveyard.
The Shadow knows.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
So…cold…so…dark…
Trying to register for Spring semester.
I’ve been right here reading all day.
S.A.N.D.
Preparing for battle.
Trying not to buy more books.
Eating an apple.
As seen from Teacher Sis’s phone.
Tacos with Teacher Sis.
Reading before my nutrition class.
Sweeping off the roof.
Gerald, you imposter!
Chicken finger tacos.
Must…eat…more…tacos.
At the chicken show.
Taco time again.
Hobo rich in my semi suite.
The beginning of a huge tile job.
Riding to school.
Checking the progress of the siding project.
Drywalling the closet.
Folding clothes.
Boo.
Searching for a glaze recipe.
Pondering Popeye’s.
Sunlight and foliage.
Working on my City Wire “essay”.
Putting stuff in the car.
Working on my mineral chart.
Breathing life into clay.
Checking out one of my presses.
Putting my books into my locker.
First, we must render fat.
Mmmm…coffee…
Watching Pancake Land work.
What do we have here?
It’s 7am and 42°F, so yeah, I’m drinking coffee.
At the show with coffee.
Driving to War Eagle.
The Excelsior.
To make ice water, first we need ice.
On my way to my Nutrition midterm.
Making a face at Prop Ninja.
Making Prince Jazzbo some cookies.
Posse in effect.
Beating my meat.
About to take the dogs out.
Making my new pork chop sandwich.
Innernet.
With Shamrock and the Don.
Trying to look at my back-shirt nipple.
Soft tacos meet Food Journal.
With Maddog, Farmer J, and Manny.
Beedeedeet…beedeedeet…Snake-u.
Wint-o-green.
Unloading the kiln as fast as I can.
Peeling the biggest and blandest Clementine I have ever eaten.
Rugged.
Adding to my savings.
Standing in the other doorway.
Stairway to Heaven (nightlight).
Stairway to Heaven (daylight).
Where does the time go?
Grocery shopping.
Testing La Duchess’s wireless capabilities.
Maikng an army of cheesecakes with Word to Me.
Can I go to bed, yet?
Trying to determine the probability of me passing this class.
Glueing the case for my cookbook/notebook.
Actively reading.
This soup is Good.
Goodnight and Big Balls.
Adding a few more problems to our case file at Apple.
Release the secwet weapo-o-o-n!
Threading a needle.
Pretending to be part of a funeral prosession.
Working on Prince Jazzbo’s brakes.
Reading before school.
Adrock’s in the house. Whatcha gonna do? You go AWOL.
Hermetically sealed for your protection.
Checking my temperature.
Oh! C’est tres bien!
About to get a rise out of this dough.
Setting up at the Clothesline Festival.
Who keeps hiding these rakes in the grass?
Reading under the stairs at school.
Trying to do chemistry and watch “Top Chef”.
Wondering where electrons come from.
Packing for school tomorrow.
Preparing to make Risotto a la Milanese.
White hot, white chili.
Stealing the chickens’ unborn babies.
Picking okra.
Having survived the first week of classes.
Thinking about what to say in today’s post.
This thing reads like stereo instructions.
Working on the glazing S.I.N. list.
Trying to remember the polyatomic ions.
My hiking shadow and foot.
On top of Yellow Rock.
At the entrance to Yellow Rock with Pancake Land.
Roadtrip sandwich.
Preparing for an impromptu adventure.
Balancing my umbrella.
Drying Shitaki mushrooms.
Working on La Duchess’s computer, yet again.
Watching the rain.
Working on triker license plates.
Risotto coma and “Rivers and Tides”.
The Brothers Trike.
Me, Eddie, and David Sedaris in the midst of a glazathon.
Re-assembling the pepper-filled dehydrator.
De-stemming habaneros.
Do or do not. There is no try.
Making a bulletin board.
Measuring the RV.
Mimnock, King of the Future.
Kickin’ it with a tasty groove.
Testing the sleepability of Little Peddler’s car.
A tribute to my Nanny.
With Little Peddler’s new car.
With Rascal.
Wheelin’ and dealin’.
Behold! The Man Eating Chicken!
Irradicating the flea population of Pancake Land’s office.
Reading in DFW airport.
Sitting on our crate.
Watering the flowers.
At Monk’s Cafe.
Untitled 1-4.
Lair, As Above, Well.
Mayflower, Crushed Car, Seemsville, Disassembling.
30th St. Station, Vertical Windows, Traintracks, Pillars.
Land Suite Series I-IV.
5th NY Monument, 8th Cavalry, Peach Tree Orchard, Briar Barn.
Figures with Pediment, Folded Hood, Folded Paper, and Bamboo Root and Pole.
Scribbles #s 12, 23, 19.
Sorry.
Eating pizza at Jack’s.
Stuck on the tarmac.
Making copies (on the copier).
Preliminary packing.
Bluffers get a knuckle sandwich.
Trying to solve the problem.
Waiting, while Word to Me “picks raspberries”.
Reclining, Southern style.
Working on the Vandercook.
I want to be your Psychic Friend so bad, I could be in your basement right now.
Cutting wire.
Working on my muffler.
Working on my trike.
Driving with dogs.
Yes, that’s a squash in my pocket. No, I’m not happy to see you.
Squash rich.
Stopping to smell the roses.
Poolside with Pancake Land and Baby Ezra.
Paying bills in my office (remix).
Unloading the kiln (185°F).
Reading at the public library.
The paper I cut for notebooks.
I was naked to the waist with my fierce black hound.
Current glasses.
New glasses.
New sunglasses.
Working on a clipboard calculator.
Working on the skylight (below).
Working on the skylight (above).
Realizing how many notebooks I have to make.
Cutting card stock covers for notebooks.
Render unto Caesar a haircut.
Belly full of Mexican food.
Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
Ima treeeeeeee.
Saving Le Duke’s peach tree from itself.
The mighty jungle.
Having a secret cigarette with Taco Planet.
Cutting holes in drywall.
Opening the windows.
What it takes to get Taco Planet out of bed.
Driving Big Red.
Trying on Metal C’s gear.
Hosing down the slip-n-slide.
Washing my dirty hands.
Not doing it as well as Tom.
Making shadow puppets.
Scouting the land in preparation for the Fourth.
Talking about rivers.
Trying to figure out my tiny tripod.
Holding up Le Duke’s peach tree.
A Coke and a smile.
Resting my eyes in the Attic.
Cleanliness. It’s next to Godliness, you know.
Blinfolded, so as to not read over Pancake Land’s shoulder.
I scream.
I’m like a racecar in the red, Jules.
Cutting my business cards down to size.
Today’s harvest.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Putting our clients’ info under lock and key.
Crunching the numbers.
Sneaking olives with Teacher Sis before anyone said grace.
Now is time for cake!
Coffee and a good book. (good book not shown)
Are soon parted.
A fool and his money…
Show me “Paint the Kitchen”.
Show me “Sand the Ceiling”.
Show me “Wash the Walls”.
Driving the Volvo.
Hammering.
Making bubbles.
Red A-shirt with good hat.
Out running errands.
Knocking Le Duke’s guitar out of tune.
“Idle Hand” or “It Came From the Dust Mines”.
Picking squash.
I’m tiny.
Working in the garden.
Going home.
Making jelly (plum).
Outside of Teacher Sis’s car.
Inside of Teacher Sis’s car.
Making soap dishes.
Waiting.
Watching “Wipeout” with P.L. at White Chocolate’s house.
Lookin’ good.
Checking the mail.
In tall grass.
Smashing clay.
Trying desperately to finish “In Defense of Food”.
Cooking dinner (at 10 o’clock at night).
Emptying the bisque kiln.
Going cruisin’.
Did somebody call a doctor?
With paper sack and note.
Now, how did you get in here?!
Making a fish.
Eating a jumbo soft taco.
Singing Baby ezra to sleep.
Updating my adventure log.
Fishin’.
A lot at stake.
Making pots with Pancake Land.
Straining glaze (Tea Dust Temmoku).
Our hero Vs. the PBC/CS
In the dentist’s chair.
In the meditation labyrinth.
Tightening the book press.
Recycling the clay.
Sweeping up in the studio.
Watching “Mythbusters” with Pancake Land.
This time, we’re playin’ for keeps.
Keying a tree. (It’s a Morus rubra!)
Family gatherings are exciting.
Doing chin-ups.
Making pizza.
Bridging the gap.
Punching cards.
Fiesta?! I thought you said Siesta.
Watching the birds.
Sitting on the couch with Cash.
Standing in the rain.
Soup for a sore throat.
Fire don’t care.
Watching the construction crew not fix the driveway.
Now, which one of these was mine?
“Howl”.
Working on my research paper.
Watering the aloe.
Returning my creations to the Earth.
Sitting on a pile of mulch.
Empying the wheelbarrow.
In which our hero brings reinforcements.
No smoke, all mirrors.
Making a video for Ed Tech.
Going to get fit. Totally.
Artisan cheese crackers.
Ya see these hands? These are workin’ man’s hands.
In which our hero is out of Reese’s cups.
Sitting on my rug.
Up on the roof, again.
Doing my patriarchal duties.
Spoon and pudding cup.
Rainy days are stupid.
Setting type.
Look what I made out of dirt and water.
Working on Big Red.
Grave digger.
Analog Vs. Digital.
Writing the credits.
Cutting paper.
Packing my bag for school.
Making “In My Shoes”.
Mouth. Washed.
And he saw that it was good.
Working at my desk with M.I.
Drawing on dry erase board.
Exhausted.
So many bananas, so little time.
Birthday Boy with party hat and cupcake.
Hobo. Rich. Bitch.
Top of the stairs.
Standing on the front porch, watching it rain.
Sweeping up tile mortar.
Checking the cones.
Reflection.
Opening the garage door.
Sasquatch.
Reading.
Sitting on the RV.
Blue uniform and green wheelbarrow.
Making my WordPress page.
Sitting on the roof.
Off to build books.
A moment’s rest.
Making plants from dirt and water.
The shiny box demands your attention.
Boxcar.
Could you get that for me?
Tall.
Flowers and black umbrella.
He’s grabbing my head.
Caulking in the bathroom.
Making books.
Yawn and a stretch.
Going to school.
Looking at the sky.
Dirty A/C.
Writing a paper on “Electric Kool Aid Acid Test”.
Coffee maker with good hat.
In bathroom during remodel.
Looking over left shoulder.
Reflecting on amount of time spent waiting for coffee.
Funny face with Pancake Land.
Checking my fluids.
Bored.
Side angle in office.
Checking emails.
Strange angle.
Sad face with good hat.
Music room, still pre-rearrangement.
On the airplane, going home.
Last day of the show.
Sleepy time in the western world.
On the way to see Rufus and Martha Wainwright.
Day One sinking in.
At the BMAC.
A ghost?
Gritty mirror shot.
Reflection with light.
On an escalator.
Head under fluorescent desk lamp.
With Philly skyline.
Pulling my hair out.
Smiling with Pancake Land.
Two generations.
Black A-shirt from above.
My trusty Q hat.
Feeding the fish.
Blastos.
Turning greenware.
At arms length.
Angry teeth.
Working on my six pack.
Boss Hog.
Snow day.
Old plaster celing.
A little light reading.
Checking emails with Mortimer Ichabod.
Peeking around a door.
“The Inner Reaches of Outer Space”.
Waht have I gotten myself into?
Scary face.
Inspecting the coffee.
Scaling a wall.
French coffee. French shirt.
“Democracy for the Few”.
Smiling.
Magnum P.I.
Bitey beanie and trike.
Pottery studio.
Music Room pre-rearrangement.
Journey Into China.
Science. Period.
Playing “Twilight Princess”.
In a Lippincottonian bathroom.
Gallery building.
Unabomber style.
Sandwich Punch!
Bitey beanie and headphones.
Scary office.
Mortimer Ichabod and I.
Uniform, chair, garage door.
I almost forgot to take my Daily Photo, the first day.
hey dude, you cheated. I have been an avid follower of your website since approximately 3 minutes ago, due to Zaxxon’s influence on my life. I just wanted to point out that your “daily photographs” have 8 pictures from 9 December 2009. I feel cheated, since I was trying to get an intimate feel for your life based upon your supposedly once-per-day photos, but you let me down. I saw Zaxxon’s butt crack today. the end.
love,
Shelley
Dear Shelley,
First off, my condolences on your having viewed Zaxxon’s butt crack. Please do not feel cheated by my multiple photographs taken on a single day. My goal in this project is to photograph myself at least once a day. Sometimes I am forced, through extraneous circumstances, to photograph myself more than once a day. I am sure it has a lot to do with narcissism. Or boredom. Thank you very much for patronage and comments. Feel free to read and comment often. Be sure to make Zaxxon buy you a sandwich from the Steak House on my behalf.
Sincerely, Sandwich Control
P.S. Please note my editing of your comment to protect the identity of our mutual friend.
I just realized you have always been a Nora Roberts fan. I feel queasy.