think we eat
when we're tired

whose is this wedge
parmesan

vinyl shelves stink like oats
look like oak

I ate maggots once
or meal worms
mom says it matters
dad says it's protein

This has particularly been the case in the last week on account of the fact that we're packing everything up and moving the station. It's been quite the logistical burden, but will be great once things are over and done with. Then it'll be back to the daily upkeep like reminding people that it's not okay to swear on air or steal needles off the turntables.

PS - panoramarama!

Sure, it's a lil glitchy. I'm working on it. Expect more soon. (Confession: I accidentally just typed export instead of expect. TOO MUCH COMPUTERS>>|_;?!)

These were actually taken on July 3rd at a PawSox game, after which we had a bit of additional excitement: Having walked about a mile to the nearest bus stop still in service for the night, we still had half an hour to wait until the 11:32pm bus came. There was a large, semi enclosed area full of benches upon which were seated many disadvantaged looking people. Standing immediately outside the area was a man in a black jacket who was tending to his brand new bicycle, complete with promotional cards still stuck in the spokes. We were standing off to the side, conversing in a semi-circle when the bike-man came over to us. He started to give us a rundown about how he was conducting "informal research" and wanted to gauge our reaction to something, at which point we noticed he had held out a concealed hand underneath his loose jacket. He assured us that it was nothing dangerous or obscene, but that didn't stop any of us from fearing the worst. "No thanks," I said as forcefully as I could muster, which barely seemed to deter him as he kept trying to persuade us to participate. "Please, Leave Us Alone," I said. And he did. He walked away exhasperated as if we had offended him.

I felt a little bad about being somewhat impolite, (though I did say please and thanks,) but it's hard to feel much sympathy for someone who fails to understand that hiding something under your coat in the middle of night and weilding it to strangers could be perceived as threatening.

He got on the bus with us after loading his bike on front, and chose to sit right across the aisle. Luckily he got off before we did and everybody went about their merry way. There were a few other details such as chatty drunk folk, cursing in Hindi, a stolen/lost/found(?) cell phone, and an off-kilter bus driver, but I'll let other people tell those stories.

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY RETURNS TOMORROW! Look out for it.

That's all I'll show for now, but in honor of the holiday you can expect plenty of photos of meat and explosions.

Gandalf will eat anything (including cords, which means trouble.) Sometimes his nibbles seem to be a malicious response to too persistent an attempt to pet him. He's getting to be a big boy and I guess he needs alone time.