Goodbye, sweetheart.

Vivre Sa Vie.

Vivre sa vie is painful, and exactly what I want out of a movie: beauty, philosophy, sex & death. I viewed it again this night.

The Lake.

High School.

NYT Blogger - http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/10/21/if-you-dont-look-good-we-dont-look-good/?apage=13#comments

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What if the Obama’s had paraded five children across the stage, including a three month old infant and an unwed, pregnant teenage daughter?

What if John McCain was a former editor of the Harvard Law Review?

What if Barack Obama finished fifth from the bottom of his graduating class?

What if McCain had only married once, and Obama was a divorcee?

What if Obama was the candidate who left his first wife after a severe disfiguring car accident, when she no longer measur ed up to his standards?

What if Obama had met his second wife in a bar and had a long affair while he was still married?

What if Michelle Obama was the wife who not only became addicted to painkillers but also acquired them illegally through her charitable organization?

What if Cindy McCain graduated from Harvard?

What if Obama had been a member of the Keating Five?

What if McCain was a charismatic, eloquent speaker?

What if Obama couldn’t read from a teleprompter?

What if Obama was the one who had military experience that included discipline problems and a record of crashing seven planes?

What if Obama was the one who was known to display publicly, on many occasions, a serious anger management problem?

What if Michelle Obama’s family had made their money from beer distribution?

What if the Obamas had adopted a white child?

You could easily add to this list. If these questions reflected reality, do you really believe the election numbers would be as close as they are?

This is what racism does. It covers up, rationalizes and minimizes positive qualities in one candidate and emphasizes negative qualities in another when there is a color difference.

Educational Background:

Barack Obama:
Columbia University - B.A. Political Science with a Specialization in International Relations.
Harvard - Juris Doctor (J.D.) Magna Cum Laude

Joseph Biden:
University of Delaware - B.A. in History and B.A. in Political Science.
Syracuse University College of Law - Juris Doctor (J.D.)

vs.

John McCain:
United States Naval Academy - Class rank: 894 of 899

Sarah Palin:
Hawaii Pacific University - 1 semester
North Idaho College - 2 semesters - general study
University of Idaho - 2 semesters -journalism
Matanuska-Susitna College - 1 semester
University of Idaho - 3 semesters - B.A. in Journalism

Education isn’t everything, but this is about the two highest offices in the land as well as our standing in the world.

-hw

We're recording.

Hamar

The Keating Five.

http://www.keatingeconomics.com/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keating_Five

Welcome to California.

Norwegian Print Shop.

Maja's father is the great Norsk artist Jan Braende. Here's a clip of some of his prints being produced as they tweak colors. In Oslo.

People.

July 4th.

Guest of Honor.

Kid i Vikingskiphuset.

Manhattanhenge.

Here's a fun fact: tonight and tomorrow the sun will set directly parallel to the east-west streets of Manhattan, a cosmic phenomenon some refer to as Manhattanhenge. In street parlance, it looks something like this:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=FdcseaeQ9MI

Portraits of a Dude.

Filial Piety.

This is my father. Respect.

Self Portrait.

Bad As I Wanna Be.

Griffin digs Olafur.

Martha, My Dear.

This is Martha Argerich, pictured in 1962, the year she turned 21 years old.
This is the way I imagine Fermina Daza, from Love in the Time of Cholera, to look.
She is capricious and reneged on a concert we bought tickets for.
We went anyways - first gin and tonic of the season!

Barack Obama. President.

Mother Mary.

This is my mother, outside the chapel, after we attended the wedding of Jillian Angell (now Threadgill) and Marcus. We brought the flowers along with us to the reception.

Farm Frame, Part 2.

Lectern. Kitchen at 9 o'clock.


Drafting tables. Greenhouse outdoors 11 o'clock.

Spring Thaw: VT.

Pictures taken last weekend at the Weston Priory in Vermont.

Wintering: NYC.

As spring dawns, a look back at some of this winter's snowfalls. McGolrick Park & Bryant Park.

What I Did On My Saturday Vacation, Part 2.

Thank you, Tyler Kremberg.

Legend.

Stephen J. Billick

Although I could thank him for any number of exceptional things, including his perspicacious insight and band-of-brothers-esque camaraderie, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Stephen J. Billick for Deceptuary's handsome new banner.

Stephen, you're absolutely one in nine billion.

Me and Dan.

Dan and I went to Scotland together a few years ago I need to show the pictures.

Now that we can look out the window.

Jules et Jim me détruit.

Tim moved into my apartment and we cleared the spare room.
It's now half a dining room and half Tim's painting studio.
Below is a garden that the Rzonca's cultivate.
There are many sorrowful kitties living in the courtyard.

What I did on my Saturday vacation.

I went to the water today and started playing with rocks. Then I found some heavy nasty wood and started playing with it too. Now I'm bruised and fatigued, but I think I found a new hobby. Oh, and I also came across a cat. Here are some pictures.






THE CAT

I also want to mention that I finally viewed Truffaut's
Small Change. I thought it was terrific.

Should children have the right to vote?

Let cake be.

"Mohair"

"Mohair"

All real-estate is valuable, including this suit. Maria tells me it is not real estate, this gorgeous Mohair three-piece, but I contend that, yes: it is real estate. It is a sheath and I am its sword. Besides, I truly love this suit: my father never owned a suit like this.

Maria came up with the box of baking soda and my newspaper, The Wall Street Journal. This is my preferred paper, though naturally I read everything within reach. I am a businessman in the fullest sense - that is to say, I take pleasure in life's great commerce - and distrust ideologues. Growing up, my special phrase was, "Just the facts, ma'am," as they say on television. The facts suit me fine.

Maria makes certain to point out when I have become encumbered by the rungs and railing-bars of routine, as she says, rolling her R's. Of course, Maria is a poet—though not as "all women are poets"—but, as she likes to say, as a woman with a difference.

Moments of difference interest me greatly, though as I say, almost colloquially, all real-estate is valuable. What I mean is, I'm happy to be here, among such good company. Maria came up with the baking soda and the Journal, which she handed to me and then she leaned on the counter like a woman in a painting. While she appeared to turn over the thoughts in her mind, Maria touched the silver cross that dangles above her bosom from a brown necklace. When she does this, my next thought is always: vampires.

Even logic has its limits.

Bathers.

Home Economics.