in search of.........

An A&W root beer float. In a bottle.

floats

It's new and it's hard to find but they have them over in the 7-11 by Todd's work. He kept talking about how awesome it is. So last Friday I told him there were only three things I wanted in life (at this moment) that would bring me total happiness, bliss and inner peace: a big, juicy hamburger, a root beer float, and a 20 minute orgasm.

I got the burger Friday night. I got the float last night.............

(I know I keep saying I'm going to write...I have a lot going on now, some good stuff in regards to my writing, some other stuff, all good....I will be back more consistently and less photographically very soon)

that's mine!

One of my photos is in the annual Newsday Explore Long Island supplement that came out today.

I got a nice big spot in front of the magazine, I'm pretty happy about that (even though some of the photo is covered).

Original photo:

i promise to run barefoot through the grass this summer

I promise to run barefoot through the grass this summer

I promise to stop the ice cream man at least once a week
and buy a popsicle that will stain my fingers and my shirt cherry red

I promise to run under the sprinkler and laugh as I do so, even though the water is cold

I promise to stand outside during a summer thunderstorm and smell the cool rain as it hits the hot pavement and maybe even dance a little as the rain gets harder

I promise to chase fireflies at night and butteflies during the day

I promise to remember what it's like to be a kid in summer

I promise to never let that kid in me go

i am a spokesclown

I get this phone call at work yesterday:

"___ Court, can I help you?"
"I....am....uhh...who is this?"
"Who is THIS?"
"Can I have your name please?"
"Can I help you with something?"
"I was transferred to you."
"Well, what do you need?"
(he is speaking very slowy and it's like pulling teeth waiting for the next word)
"I want to know..if....uh...a legal proceeding....has....been.....started....uhhh..."
"What kind of case is this?"
"Does it matter?"
"Well, yes. I have to know what to look up in the computer."
"Ok...well....do...you...hear my mother....moaning?"
"Excuse me?"
"My mother. She is...uhh... moaning."
"Ummm....is there something I can help you with? Are you suing someone?"
"Yes. An elephant."
"Pardon?"
"An elephant stepped on my mother's foot. At a local carnival."
(moaning in background)
"hold please."

I had to put him on hold because I got a serious case of the giggles. And I kept thinking, this has GOT to be either a seriously deranged person or a crank call. I went back to the phone to help him and he was gone.


So of course, I immediately email Todd about it and five minutes later he sends me this:

Elephant crushes Woman’s Foot
From Our Correspondent

Melville, April 26 — A woman was reportedly stomped on by a wild elephant in New York last night.

According to the sources of the State Department, Mrs Sarah Devi, a clown going by the name of “Smuckers” in The Ringling Brothers Circus, was attacked by an elephant. After hearing a sound, she went out of her tiny clown car to see whether the other clowns juggling in the lawn were safe. Suddenly, an elephant threw her away and then crushed her foot. After her giant sized shoes were removed, her foot was reported “crushed like grapes”. An spokesclown from the Clown Department of Safety and Records could not be reached for comment.

I had to read it twice before I realized that the Rule of Todd applied here. That is, believe only 1 out of every 4 things he tells you.

But I spent the rest of the day walking around saying "Spokesclown."

because i must be on crack

I started yet another new photography project, in addition to the 365 songs and photos project: The Queens of the Stone Age discography in photographs (for lack of a more creative name).

It is my goal (though I have set no time limit) to represent every QOTSA song in a photograph.

When the voices in my head speak to me about new projects at 3am, I should really ignore them.

visiting the 64 world's fair

Saturday, we took a spontaneous trip to Flushing Meadows Park in Queens, site of the 1964 World's Fair. I hadn't been there since my aunt took me to the fair when I was two. Wish I could remember it.

What remains standing is the pavilion and the Unisphere, both of which can be seen from the Grand Central Parkway. I loved the run down feel of the pavilion, standing under it, looking at the rust and peeled paint and the vines crawling over it, you can almost feel the ghostly presence of the past, imagining the millions of people walking through it, looking at displays of the world of tomorrow (the pavilion was actually called the Tent of Tomorrow).

Hailing itself as a "Universal and International" exposition, the Fair's theme was "Peace Through Understanding," dedicated to "Man's Achievement on a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe. (wiki)"

That sounds like the title of an album by some indie band.

Here's a video of what the fair actually looked like. And a slideshow. And a really neat home movie. A site dedicated to the 64 fair.

And how the fair looks today, through my eyes.

dear britney...

I found this while looking for something else. It's from 1999, when DJ was six years old and absolutely in love with Britney Spears.

I think if he wrote fan letters now they would run more toward Sean Avery or A-Rod, not insane pop stars.

He's going to kill me if he sees this, but I don't care. What's a little public ridicule from your mother in return for all the teenage boy angst he has made me suffer through?