I just got back

from dinner, but before dinner I had beer with friends (Jeff, Dave, Carolyn, Seamus and Leslie). But before beer with friends, we had all just gotten back from a bluegrass jam in Pasadena. It was a lot of fun.

Now Anne has just called from Detroit. She's been in the airport for something like 5 hours because of a flight delay. They aren't saying when the flight is leaving.

Ugh. I haven't talked about the travails of JFK last week. I hate--HATE--American Airlines.

Anyway, just a blog blurb to remind myself that, occasionally, I write in my blog.

Roadkill Wednesday™

Roadkill
Originally uploaded by aknacer

Ha!

Update: It turns out Abby (and Abby), friend of x number of years, knows photographer in this week's Roadkill Wednesday*. Small world. (Or maybe Abby's big world connecting with my small world.)

RKW: because there is death on the highway of life.

P.S. Sorry for the lack of blogging lately. I am buried beneath a pile of work. Hope to emerge soon.

*RKW=my day for my bad days.

Roadkill Wednesday™

Vicke och döden
Originally uploaded by ida katari

If you noticed my blog entry yesterday with the beautiful and haunting dead bird, you probably know that sometimes I get disappointed with myself and, well, let's be honest, others. When I have a bad day, I usually blog the dead bird. It's symbolic of the death of innocence. My theory is that innocence never completely dies (and doesn't really exist, but that's another story), it just dies a little bit at a time.

In that tradition, I'm starting Wednesday Roadkill Blogging™. Roadkill happens to the little canaries and to the largest and most fearsome beasts. It is any combination of the following: sideswiping, crushing, flattening, deflating, splatting and crippling. It occurs both night and day, and may involve the complete awareness of the victim (the proverbial "deer in the headlights") or come as a total surprise.

In this vein, I will try to post tasteful pictures of roadkill. This is not an attempt to be gruesome or nonchalant about death. On the contrary, I really wish it didn't happen, especially to the innocent. But it does.

Think of this as therapy.
Think of this as homage.
Think of this as honesty.
Think of this as the highway.
Think of this as a mash-up.
Think of this as art.
Think of this as life.

Wednesday Roadkill Blogging™
"Because there is death on the highway of life."

A blogger to encourage

I was browsing the internets the other day and stumbled upon a student's blog. (I was searching for something I had written. Mirror, mirror on the blogs...)

Check it out:

I've distracted myself in this two-thirds sleepy, dark room with "news" of the Speedo LZR Racer controversy, American and Delta's decrepit plane technology, Basra Shiite scariness, whatever Private Investment in Public Equity solicitation is, and another Laker "technical difficulty" loss. I really don't see the point in straying from the Lakers blog whenever Jon Abrams feels it necessary to test his wit this early on a Thursday. Phil Jackson diatribes after losses are always refreshing after losing so lamely to freaking Charlotte Bobcats.

The Home section actually reminded me that I live in LA, where credit it given solely to those of whom are overpopulating the bumps and beaches of Malibu. ie The Arnoldi's.

Friends of Gehry's, aluminum fiends, who employ lonely succulents to serve as backyard sculpture, rather than subliminally emphasizing why xeriscaping is key in such flambable lands. People who are speaking of their artistry too loudly in this economy, rather than letting the three pages of photography do the talking.

You've probably already noticed some good writing and sly insights. Go Tyler.