Futility Now

So before the whole Christmas thing got underway, my dad came up to visit. We went to Oak’s Park, which C and I hadn’t been to in ages. By coincidence, they had the organ going. It was totally fantastic.

Here is the locker we kept our stuff in whilst being overcome by insouciance.

(Man, that is so insouciant!)

Here are the beskated feet of me and C.

(Man, those are so beskated!)

We also went to the Portland Art Museum to check out the rather remarkable The Artist’s Touch and the Craftsman’s Hand exhibit. Unfortunately, everything in that exhibit was (understandably) behind glass, so my photos from it are crap. Instead, check out these pictures of “special” babies from the Renaissance.

Now we’re at Ocean Haven again, and I’m sure I’ll have something to say about that soon.

This appears to be graffiti of a yakking bird, over stencil of a raccoon head.

I’m not sure what exactly this sculpture that someone near Alberta had in their yard says about man’s inhumanity to man, but it’s certainly something.

I got a rather severe spider bite on my ass last week. Attributing the incident to pants that had been sitting in the back of the closet for some time, I took everything out and washed it. Unfortunately, there isn’t a conveniently-located dry cleaners, so my 1960s Brook’s Brothers suit is still sitting around for Yoshi to use to demonstrate his habit of sitting in the worst possible places.

Yoshi takes a break from his study of the origins of the novel.