Dunes are not Mountains

Estoria added another first to her fast-growing list of firsts: vacation at the beach. Now, she didn't get in the ocean, surf, collect shells, build castles, howl at babes (well, a little), or eat tons of fresh seafood...but you can't blame her. If I could be fed from a breast and nothing else, why bother with scum eating bottom feeders??? As for the other activities, well, she can't talk, walk, swim (maybe?) or use her good ol' opposable thumbs that well yet.So it was mostly boob. Rough life.

You can really get a quality sunrise when its this flat. I miss the mountains, oh wait, there's Mt. Trashmore, the highest point in Va. Beach!

One big fairly functioning family.

Esty's Lion Friend lying awake while her baby human friend naps...

Clearly, this picture was taken just after some gastrointestinal activity had subsided...or should I say, transpired?

One morning, while Mom was still getting ready to come to the beach, Cory and Estoria built a sweet lean-to for the delicate-skinned babe. Replete with sand and a boogie board ceiling. Gosh dad, why didn't you go into engineering? Because I hate math, that's why.

Captured this guy trying to break into our beer cooler...little bugger had a leash tied to him...didn't like that so I freed him to go try another tourist's cooler. Better luck next time, dragon.

He said he was searching for surf...but a few minutes later four (4!) beach babes strolled on by, checked our boards, bods, and decided that anorexic looking boys weren't their type. Oh, and the surf sucked that day.

Nuclear apocol...I mean, another gorgeous morning on the east coast (clearly the east or it'd be a sunset...). This picture makes me ponder whether I/we really are part of the environment we inhabit. What do you think?

And upon returning, we were overgrown with an abundance of cherry and pear tomatoes. All organic ("certification" can kiss it) and ready for some taste buds! I'm peddling them at hypno today, and maybe later if they last, so come and get some. They are good for and also taste good, too. Wow, nice combo.

High Heat with a Chance of Frost

Frozen camera winter pic used for the title photo. Well, if it's gonna get this cold at night 'round here we may as well dust, wax, and sharpen (if you are edgy)  the skis, eh?

More wild technology that may benefit our weighty nation: A fryer that uses air, not oil. Not sure if it works that well or how it tastes, likely not as "good" tasting as using oil. Sweet little sin!

And then there is the DJ's cremation dream: press my ashes to vinyl, sucka! wikawika!

Stay out of my yard!

Haven't checked to see if the Davis garden has been affected by the cool weather. The Valley plot was frozed up a bit last Sunday...light frost but enough to make green go brown...ya know, like death. Talk about fluctuation...

Local Vibe All Around

Local food for local people. Close to the earth isn't a bad thing. People in this community stay pretty well connected. And it's that kinda web that is needed to get the info out, and the action in, about things like Gasland. If you think it's a good idea to "frack" (hydraulic fracturing) for natural gas, think again. This fact sheet will inform ye on thine own ignorance. 

So peeps, despite the carrot called cash profit for selling your mineral rights, it is likely not worth the cost of having your land practically ruined, your property value slashed, and your personal and environmental health severely threatened/harmed. Inform(ation).

 

Estoria doesn't even need to dream of local food, it has come true. And when I say local, I mean front yard. The orange cherry 'maters are the sweetest I've ever had. Maybe it's all that good horse poo and blood meal? Maybe organic/biodynamic farming methods actually makes food taste yummy?

Fuzzy pic on top of da mountain...it's actually dark but that darn flash made it appear different than reality...funny how that works, eh?

On the way up to this fine party, I witnessed a few dancing ferns...no camera trick.

Energy R Me

I'm geekin' out on all the emerging technology these days; especially the gizmos that are making life healthier for people and the planet. So here goes my Geek List:

• Seattleites at Clarian Power are putting out a DIY renewable energy Solar and Wind Plug-In unit, called the Sunfish and Jellyfish. Seems fairly simple and safe...oh yeah, and it's pretty affordable, comparably.
• Finally, the dopest car in the world may soon be a reality. Canadians are making electric vehicles out of "an impact resistant bio-composite material that is made from hemp mats." Ridin' High! (yeah, we all know that hemp doesn't give out the tetrahydracannonball stuff...so why is it still illegal?)
• Those dang Germans are up to there pesky inventiveness again! Solar Architect Rolf Disch created Heliotrope more than fifteen (15) years ago on the edge of the Black Forest, a bright idea indeed. Heliotrope is a house that is still a big deal because it produces more electricity than it actually uses. And it slowly rotates to maximize the sun's simple rays. Oh, and it's designed with seasons in mind, ya know, feng shui for buildings...read more at that link.

Oh people people, there is so much more. Alas, I must get back to cleaning up the Hypno Vessel and designing more ingenious ways to caffienate the masses. Pics will come soon if I remember to have my camera around...enjoy the final throes of summer.

"Baby Please Whatcha Say To Me..."

"Ain't nothin' new up under the sun..." - J5

Ladies and Gentlemen (minus Chip B.), my apologies for not getting this press release out sooner, but Miss Estoria Maeve Chase (8 lbs. 1 oz., 19 1/2 inches, benches 250 and down to a 5 minute mile) has been a bit of a nag about the publishing rights, royalties, music video contracts, record deals, yadda yadda....(you didn't know? She is going to totally piss her Momma off and lead a rock band called Maeve and the Madness...practice in the garage, will ya sweetheart?) Esty's already been forced to listen to such greats as Ween, Tricky, JJ Cale, Thievery Corporation, Blackalicious, Queen, and many, many others.

But with much coaxing and plenty of intoxicating (look up Maeve, in some places...) breast milk, we got her quite sloppy John Hancock on ten (10) of the fifteen (15) documents that we needed her to sign before she just had to pretend to be hungry again but really just needed a nap. So here it comes; a complete onslaught of photography. Done by yours falsely, mostly:

First clean baby pic: led to her nickname of Troll. This is only one hour after birth, as well as the next two pics.

 

 Girl Power

 

"Alright, where the hell is my mother?"

Our alien philosopher contemplates what's so cool about life on earth...

The first outing, one week young, Athey and Maggie's helluva good time wedding. 

This is her typical thing, reaching out and wondering where the boob is...

Almost two weeks old...Troll is back again! 

She is starting to crack these cute little smiles...only when the camera is far off. So cute, and usually after a good feeding. Sheena may be getting lonely this weekend as Pops has to work the Hypno Vessel.  So, if you read this before Sunday, swing by the ol' homestead and give Sheena a much deserved break/visit. We live in the little gray house at the end of Freeland. Stop on by!

It's On!
 

Country Style

It's not a soccer ball...nor is it really in focus, since I try to snap 'em before she gets photo-nervioso. Aiming for that raw, unadulterated image.

Fog Bot walks with us, while hunting. He usually lurks behind in the bushes....and then sprints past us, only to wait for another chance to pounce. What a funny animal. I've never had a cat that takes walks with me. Neat.

Holy Appetite, SheeRa baked some colorful carrots, beets, garlic, and 'taters. They tasted amazing and also created gastrointestinal activity not felt since, well, you get the point.

Still no major baby activity. All interested parties are asked to relax, breathe deep, and imagine a smooth process of total release, healing through the struggle, and flexibility for Sheena. And spiritual caffeine for Cory. Total thanks.