tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70194441294181345902009-03-29T22:33:45.423-07:00Pursuing all possible signs of life... from right here in my chair.Gray Areahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01322316068851564848noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7019444129418134590.post-46543999771834930412009-03-29T21:15:00.001-07:002009-03-29T21:17:01.362-07:00

skullOriginally uploaded by TyghWhen I was a kid, I used to see faces in every pattern. Ceiling textures, vinyl flooring, wallpaper and sidewalk cracks would all reveal hidden eyes, noses, lips and ears.I sort of grew out of that phase, but a while back, I noticed this little guy in a glass dish I use to hold guitar picks. The soft / lack of focus is to reveal more what I saw than what the thing

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tree detailOriginally uploaded by Tyghlast night I made a tree. I've been playing with the idea for a few weeks. I've always sort of wanted a bonsai tree, but I have been hesitant. Maybe I am afraid of killing it. In all likelihood, I would give it way too much attention. So, while the idea of a bonsai tree might be fine, the idea of a dead bonsai tree is definitely unappealing.Anyway, for fun I

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CoralineI was browsing around tonight and found a site for a new movie that I suddenly must see. It's even in 3-D! The details that went into everything from the tiny hand-knitted sweaters to the clever tools and devices. The site really captured my imagination.

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Here it is:The big dream sequence from The Big LebowskiI ran across this today. Something about that Kenny Rogers song and the bowling pin hats on the girls that just cracks me up.

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This is madness. Naturally, I love it. I especially like all the tools on the left. The color mixer, etc. Great work.

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This is the little organic oasis in my cubicle at work. What I do for the flora and the fauna appeals to my nurturing side. The IV irrigation setup is the latest innovation.I got some used IV bags from a friend's vet. The idea of recycling these bags is appealing on a couple of levels. I like that I can set them up with premeasured fertilizer and control the drip rate to last for a week or two.

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Now that I think about it, I'm not exactly a rolling stone. My wife and I have been toying with the idea of moving recently, but it's been hard to get excited about the prospect of packing up all our stuff and moving from one suburban neighborhood to another. I can't say I really dislike where we live now either. Our yard is beautiful in the spring. We have a nice deck to relax on.On the other

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I've never been what you'd call a good cook. When I make things, they always come out OK, but I'm not *good* at cooking. I'm happy to chop veggies, but it takes a while, and I tend to chop too many and more finely than necessary, but here's the thing: I like doing it.So this weekend while my wife was away, I took the opportunity to make enchiladas for me and the kids. My daughter helped me which

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When I close my eyes, I can still feel the movement of the waves under me. It is maybe a faint, residual drunkenness, but mostly I think the six hours on the water today have left me with this feeling. I've been thinking about the day and how it was such a nice birthday. I realize how happy I really am. On my list of best times, I'd have to rank today fairly high.I've also been thinking that

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We've been going pretty much non stop for six days and we are getting hot, sunburned and maybe a little tired too. All agreed that it would be a good idea to take it easy today. We let Ian sleep in at long last. Meanwhile, Shell, Jillian and I decided to go downtown and hang out at the museum and check out some shopping at a place called 5 Soles.We started the morning with breakfast at Rockin'

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If someone breaks something valuable when I'm around, or spills their coffee on the rug or puts a dent in my car, I usually don't feel upset at all about the loss. The first thing that usually crosses my mind at that instant is one of relief. It is a wordless feeling that translates to: "Whew, that could easily have been me."I forgot to mention something that happened yesterday. The coffee table

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Ian wanted to sleep in today because he's been staying up kind of late. Mostly, he's been watching TV and hanging out on My Space. I got him up anyway and I told him that I really didn't care if he stays up late, but that he needed to get up and do stuff with the family while we were on vacation.We finally found Coco's today. It was at the address the guidebook said, but the place indicated on

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The kitchen JesusHelmets. I can't believe the helmets. Beyond all of the new construction going on in Cozumel, the most prominent change I noticed from two years ago was that every single scooter rider was wearing a helmet. This included the young children.When I was here before, I remember nobody except tourists wearing helmets. I thought to myself at the time that helmets just wouldn't make

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The beach at Dzul HaI still remember what it felt like two years ago. My wife was calling out from the water near the shore. She sounded scared. She couldn’t seem to get out of the water. I thought she must have fallen and maybe hurt her leg because she wasn’t trying to stand up. I remember when I first saw the steel rod that had slipped under her flipper and stabbed her foot. I remember the

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The way I remember it, I could always fall asleep when I needed to. I have slept in the woods, on airplanes, on buses, fold-out sofas, in the back of a 2 ½ ton truck or riding in cars. I have slept lying down and sitting up, twisted with my head against the wall or resting on my backpack. I considered it a gift. I still have that ability, but to a lesser extent than I remember.Our plane took off

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I get the feeling sometimes that there are really two worlds. Of course, there is the one I always interact with. It is basically decent and full of wonders and dragonflies and the sound of jazz. This world has the polished look of a model home for a brand-new housing development.The other world, the secret world, is actually the real world. I feel insulated from it most of the time. I work

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uri gellerOriginally uploaded by Tygh. We have two ice cream scoops in our house. You collect these things when you raise kids. One of them is a solid white plastic model with a small scooping part, a handle that is fairly large and easy to grip. The second scoop is a clear plastic one that is larger and has a clever little rubber piece at the bottom of the scooping part so you can sort of push

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