lambeau's out of breath

there's a wealth of stuff about which i've been unable to post--partially because i can't find my camera and partially because i haven't had time.

here is most of what i can recall that's happened in the last month:

• we moved
• we haven't quite unpacked
• ellen was graduated from high school and beth spent a week in ohio
• i saved our office coffee machine by replacing the thermal fuses in it's bottom
  
• i've cut the grass several times
• lots of weeds in the backyard were destroyed by will and me
• pumpkin seedlings were planted in place of the destroyed weeds
• vegetable seedlings have sprouted in my $5 jiffy greenhouse container
• will and elizabeth got married
• i'm some sort of sick
• lambeau ran back and forth non-stop for ten minutes when i let him out of the crate tonight. he's hogging the bed now.
• i'm going to brush my teeth and go to sleep
  

most of these things haven't been pictorially chronicled because of the aforementioned camera that may someday show up on a "have you seen me" post card in your mail box.

more on will's and liz's wedding later. i had great fun and i think they did too.

some hobbies as of late

cameras and people who know how to use them really well have been popping up like weeds through the cracks of my little sidewalk of life lately. that sounds like a bad thing; who likes weeds? some weeds might not be all bad but i'm no horticultural expert so i have the right to remain silent on that issue, but weeds really have nothing to do with anything and i'm just distracting myself from the main topic i was originally going to discuss: pseudo-intellectual poeticism.

no, that really wasn't it either. umm, photographers. right.

i've actually only come across three people who know photography but that's kind of a lot for the last 12 months. to be honest that's actually not what i'm getting at either. i was thinking it might help me write something if i took a few pictures. that's all.

anyway, photo numero uno:

this is my 33 week old pineapple plant. i expect to harvest a pineapple from this little guy by the end of summer 2010, and when i do there will be celebrations and festivities. as matt earley once said on his answering machine, "you play your cards right, you just might get a call tonight." (obviously meaning perhaps you'll be invited to partake in the homegrown pineapple)

and a comparison shot from week 4:

thanks to will and elizabeth i've become reacquainted with an old friend:

it's been a while since we were on good terms but i've offered recompense for my lack of communication and we're speaking again. i don't know that we've ever had as much fun together as we've been having lately. it takes a lot of time to nurture a relationship with a personality like this so i'm trying a lot harder than i used to. much of our past experience has been forgotten but i intend to get back into the book we used to use together and teach myself all the positions again.

minds out of the gutter please. that's all legitimate guitar lingo.

and finally for today a look at my single tomato plant (and a jj in the background):

i don't eat these things, i just love to grow them. my dad would plant five or six of them every summer and i have fond memories of relaxing in the back yard with him on calm summer nights as we watered the plants. doesn't sound particularly interesting but i suppose those are the seemingly inconsequential moments you cherish after losing someone you love.

don't call it a comeback

so we failed at the consistent blogging thing, but kevo's south america trip and svenja's garden blog got me back in the vicinity of the blogger site again. "we" obviously means you failed by not reading the posts i didn't write. thanks for letting me down.

every thing i said here still applies, but maybe it'll be easier if i focus on the espresso fixation and the overgrowth of potted plants i'm taking care of.

that's ludacris!

http://2dopeboyz.com/2008/07/26/ludacris-politics-obama-is-here/

very funny.

human porcupine

is it weird that i just got a splinter in my finger while playing with my beard? is it weird that the first thing i did was write a blog post about it?

never was a mother so proud

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/5764886.html

you are now free to move about the country

priming the fuel pump, lock tumblers turning, tear down that wall, i see the light, land ho! or maybe ding.

don't get your hopes up because the land may be a mirage, in which case mutiny would ensue and that's never good. or maybe the sailor in the crow's nest has ridiculously good eyes and the land is still a million miles away, in which case mutiny still might ensue unless the boat picks up speed. or maybe the sailor in the crow's nest is an idiot and is looking at the moon, in which case that sailor would be thrown overboard allowing a tiny bit more time before mutiny would ensue. in any case, there is a good possibility we should know if mutiny will ensue after a few more days time.

i like ding best. i'll tell you later.