greenhouse at wheat street garden. this is one of my favorite places to be. noticing how quickly disorganization can take over the greenhouse with many hands working in this growing community garden, i tapped into my otherwise unseen type a, got the greenhouse sorted and systematized and, luckily, the easy folks i get to work with appreciate when madness comes over me in the heat.

there are also bees at wheat st. and i have apiarist ambitions.

just up the street from the garden the other night, while parked next to oakland cemetery, someone broke into my car. when i saw the broken glass, my first thought was my uncalendar!, then my glasses!, then tapes...

as if...

the notion that any of these are things that someone else would want shows my nerd, but the feeling of knowing there is nothing someone can take from me that matters.... or else said, there's nothing that matters to me that can be taken, that's a great feeling.

they did snatch $6 cash, cheap sunglasses, a green pencil bag with a neon zipper containing earbuds, a couple pencils, maybe three pens, three rolls of film, an orange ticonderoga eraser (the best erasers - by dixon, the engineers of the pencil as we know it!), two tampons (on the phone, terez exclaimed, "they took your tampons?!" then laughed and said, "i'm in line at the bank. i'll call you later."), moon and star watermelon seeds and a pack of trident gum. all that, in the incident report, wa-ter-mel-on-seeds.., the officer whispered as he wrote, then asked if i hoped they choked on the gum. maybe a little, not enough to die... just to scare em and make them think maybe they shouldn't take other people's gum. but if not, maybe they'll have fewer cavities. one pack of stolen trident at a time, we can lift the burden on prison dentists. they tried to take the car, but car said fuck you. good car.

returning to the scene of the crime, we picnicked at oakland on easter sunday, scooping up a handful of the broken window glass as we pass, we handled it like something precious, sparkling in the sun, then tossed it back down.

atlanta. while standing here with the camera, a man in a black sedan rolled up and asked if i was selling this building - as he was looking to buy it. when i said no, he asked if i knew anything about it. er, it's a nice property from out here and in a well-visible location - sort of central in a triangular intersection. parking might not be so great, but any healthy business not based on 40s and lotto tickets would improve the apparently deteriorating neighborhood. plus if you look at it from this angle, it looks even more mission style than it really is on account of the church steeple in the distance behind. and, of course, it's purple. i don't remember the name of the road i was on, but if you take a right in front of the massive, intimidating looking church south of I-20 on Moreland Ave immeadiately before the Starlight 6 drive-in , then take a right again when that road dead ends, you'd pass by it on your left. there's a federal prison out around there, too - which is also an intimidating building. i want to visit a prison. the best aspect of prison design that i could imagine would be determining whether you could use any part of the design to kill someone.

thy mighty contract
figuring out external flash/film. slowly.

These are friends from homelands. Kevin, the dude in the vaguely discernible Usher shirt, works at the Northwest Georgia Trade and Convention Center. The Trade Center is a venue used by most of the local schools for proms, graduations, and sports tournaments. I've also attended both Bob Dylan and Charlie Daniel's concerts here.
So, the other day Kevin walked in to a crowded room and announced there'd been a breast-feeding convention at the Trade Center that day ... many questions followed. When I told Caroline later that night, she launched into a full interrogation. She has a habit of asking several questions in a row without allowing time for even the first to be answered. This time, I saw it coming. More often I'm quickly trying to answer her first couple of questions before realizing what's happening, then stopping to laugh. "Who goes to a breast-feeding convention? What types of products are being targeted to breast-feeders and who is buying them? How do you get invited to a convention? Are there lectures on how or why to breast-feed? Are a bunch of people just sitting around breast-feeding all day? What's the difference between watching and lurking?"
Kevin did mention that he'd seen a lot of "titties" that day, then reconsidering his terminology, amended, "I mean, milking titties." All particples aside, milking titties? My, my, my...

My brother, Tad, and I once wrote a show for a kid's puppetry arts camp, about a convention center mix-up. The all's-well-that-ends-well narrative was our solution to incorporating into a cohesive story the array of characters that'd been created during the earlier part of the two-week project: there were alien-dinosaurs, monkeys, a mad professor, a royal family, the sun, and the moon among them. So often when miscommunications arise, a la a breast-feeding and motorcyle convention/Charlie Daniel's double-booking...hilarity is prone to ensue. I'm just thinking aloud here.
There was also an opera camp that summer and I can recall being both bewildered and thoroughly amused as I peeked over the Art Center reception desk to see the cast arrive on performance day, clearly reviving the previous year's halloween costumes ... spider-man, a ninja, and a bride are the few I remember now. But that kind of strange seems par for opera.

fujitsu
WSJ: What can Fujitsu do to help Japan overcome the crisis?

Mr. Yamamoto: For example, some small towns and villages in northeastern Japan were almost completely swept away by the tsunami. As the region recovers from the damage, there will be a question of how to retrieve the lost family-register records for those towns and villages. With Fujitsu's technology, it might be possible to recreate those lost registers using tax-payment records and other data.

The nuclear accident will surely trigger more debates on how we create electricity, but at the same time we also have to discuss how we consume electricity. I think the whole disaster will accelerate a shift toward a more energy-efficient society. Fujitsu can contribute to that shift by providing necessary technology for building a more efficient power-distribution system. How to cut wasteful power consumption will be a major theme for the world. --- via.

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