June 27, 2007

Jack's Food Ratings
Having experimented with solid foods over the last few weeks, I give you the results:

Sweet potato: 5 stars
Squash: 3 stars
Peas: 1 star (actually more like - get that shit away from me - zero stars!)
Rice cereal: 2 stars
Rice cereal spiked with sweet potato: 5 stars!!

June 26, 2007

Summer At The Pool
Love this photo by d. yee. It was taken over the weekend at a Pool Party concert with Superchunk in NYC. I would love to have seen the show.

June 21, 2007

Beardy Man Bakes a Beat
This guy needs his own show on the Food Network. I'd like to see Beardy Man and Rachel Ray do battle.


In this video Beardy Man mixes global climate change and Michael Jackson to chilling effect.

June 19, 2007

Special Agent '67
The drop box is absolutely brimming with plant matter. It took all weekend. My lower back is petrified and my knees have just informed me they've gone on strike for the remainder of June. I'm lucky to be alive really. If someone was to make a safety film about how not to use a ladder, they would have found ample footage starring ME this past weekend.

There's a fine line between Cirque De Sole and America's Funniest Home Videos.

Saturday morning before the yard work began, I helped my friend Dirk move an enormous Sun Ra powered vintage Organ out of his grandparent's old house. His grandfather spent the better part of his life as an powerhouse insurance salesman for State Farm Insurance. He had boxes and boxes of old swag from the company along with sales award trophies he had won along the way. One of things I picked up was this 45 rpm record that State Farm Insurance recorded as part of a campaign to motivate their salesman. The idea was to gear up the sales force so that 1967 would be a breakout year. This whole inspired campaign made selling insurance sexy by empowering the sales team to be "SPECIAL AGENTS". The Special Agent '67 logo is fantastic. On the cover of the record sleeve is a blue and red target with a blue silhouette face. Underneath the graphic is says: "Target: Mr. Big". I'm not sure what to make of that actually. Target the big accounts?

On the inside flap of the record opposite another spy-mod graphic there is a letter from the father of the Personal Development Industry, Earl Nightingale. Below is the text of that letter:

Dear Special Agent '67:

I like to think that you an I are old friends by now. I know that attending your convention this past year was certainly a high point for me. Getting to know the men and women of your great companies left no doubt in my mind as to how you've managed to set the records you have.

I like to think, too, that the short messages contained on the enclosed recording will prove to be of some value to you in making 1967 the greatest year of your career to date. You have an unprecedented market in the most affluent society the world has ever known. Now - here's your opportunity to make a meaningful contribution to this society and, at the same time, contribute substantially to your own affluence.

Good luck on the special assignment

Warmest personal regards,

Earl Nightingale

June 15, 2007

Lubricate Generously
I've been sitting here trying to concoct a magnificent fairy tale of an excuse for my blogging silence. In my head, this blockbuster narrative would have started with rum-soaked, moody pirates in candy cane stripped thigh highs who time travel on unicorns the color of mint. They've chosen to lay siege to Portland using old analog synthesizers that they've managed to rig up to shoot colored laser beams when played. The music they play is Wagnerian in scope but the sound is shrill and violent, like two raccoons fighting. And that's just the beginning folks! I think somewhere in the story our family is forced to go into hiding with a rag-tag band of rebels. Of course, the rebels deny me access to the internet for fear of giving our position away to the pirates. We communicate only through trained carrier pigeons.

It would have made a heckofa story. In contrast, my real excuse is pretty lame only in that there really is no excuse. Oh sure, I could prattle on about how baby Jack has completely turned our lives upside down. I could even pretend that I've just been too sleep deprived to post anything with teeth (or gums). You'd probably actually buy that one, wouldn't you? But it's just not the case. Not even close. If I really start to dig for an answer all I can come up with is that blogging has fallen a few notches on the list of daily priorities.

It's a shame really, especially with the new kid living in our home. There's so much content wrapped up in that little child that I should be posting up here on an hourly basis. Alas, it just hasn't happened.

But don't count me out of the game yet. I definitely want to get back to this with renewed energy. But I won't make any grandiose promises I can't keep. Let's just say we're evolving and see where that takes us (hopefully more than one damn post a month!)

I'm most excited right now about a 20-yard drop box that just moments ago was delivered into our driveway. It sits empty with possibility and anticipation. This past month has brought many landscaping projects to the Skelton household. And by landscaping I mean yard demolition. I've felled enough Holly trees in the last couple of weeks that I wouldn't be surprised to find a member of Earth First! chained to a tree in my backyard the next time I'm out there. All the contents of my deforestation are currently piled into a large twisted mountain in the backyard. I'm literally feverish with excitement about moving that mountain into that drop box. It's almost impossible for me to sit here and work today knowing those two opposing forces lie in wait for me and my sturdy wheel-barrel. This is top priority!