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The hereditary squinty-eye-syndrome. My sister and I. And her new Dodgeball scar. I told her I was going to buy her a golden wrench. "You can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball..."
The sun was strong!
Last Thursday I decided to head up to the mall to buy some sundries and see the new Star Trek movie in the early afternoon without a crowd.
I'm feeling grumpy. So not only am i sick with... whatever this is--bronchitis or what have you--my wisdom teeth have also decided to start acting up again. I have a headache, feel feverish, can't eat anything but soft food, and so forth. This is truly miserable. I have the day off today like normal but i really don't see myself feeling better tomorrow either.
I was meant to be squint unlike my others that are a bit squint. If I do it obviously squint then its not so bad I think. Maybe I should just practise getting it straight. Any thoughts?
This very bad picture reminded me of a very good memory... Do you remember when you were little driving home looking at lights and squinting to make them blur? I do! Try it! But not while driving! :)
Photographed during the production of Iara Lee's documentary, Cultures of Resistance
Albania, November 2008
© David Ross Smith
Ravensloft at Emory, Texas 2005
Now it was one hot day that day. Black Cavalier hat and cup hilt sword with Queen Margaret of Scotland favor attached
Squirrels grow old and die
without ever having been
to Paris.
Where do you go
in search of fairness?
Taking a walk last week,
I saw a woman
carrying a squirrel
in a shovel.
She was taking it to the woods
in our neighborhood,
a place I now think of
as Père Lachaise Cemetery,
poor, sentimental pedestrian
that I am.