Saturday, April 25, 2009


Gary is very concerned about the flu pandemic. We were going to invest in Apple but we're waiting till Monday to see how the stock market will be affected. Deb is not as worried about the flu because she never gets it but we read that healthy people succumb first and that is cause for concern. All that broccoli and for what? Gary, who lived on a diet of Baby Ruths and Pepsi for the better part of his adolescence, college, and post graduate life will be spared. Oh the ironies... 

We interrupt this post for a special health bulletin: As official Beehive CHO (Corporate Hypochondria Officer), Gary would like to remind all that honey is an excellent defense against many disease agents. However, he is uncertain of whether the golden elixir kills viruses, of which the flu is one. More research and further advisories will follow. Meanwhile Deb recommends the book Honey, Mud, Maggots and other Medicinal Wonders as a wonderful resource for hypochondriacs everywhere.

Gary promised he would bring home some trout after his first attempt to fly fish this season but all he caught was the game warden, who was the nicest guy he ever met carrying a nine millimeter handgun. Maybe we should be stocking up on more than trout for the projected looting of Shaws and Walmart.

There. We're updated.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

New Blue Tang

Some of you Apollo-era folks might remember downing delicious Orange Tang for breakfast as you watched astronauts roam around the moon on TV. Orange Tang is nothing compared to blue tang, which inhabit the coral reefs around Culebra. Here's some video of a school of blue tang, shot with a waterproof-housed Flip video camera.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Viva Culebra!

If you took all the money spent on anti-depressants, doctors' visits, trips to the hospital for complications arising from depression and siphoned all that money toward a yearly one week visit to the island of Culebra in Puerto Rico for every depressed writer you know, it would save millions, promote the economy, and put an end to suffering as we know it. Especially if you spent some time in Old San Juan at the end. Check out the photos.

Signs of Life

I'm not sure what first attracted me to the idea of photographing old signage; I've been doing it for years now. The more I think about what draws me to it, the more I realize it's the idea of the people behind the signs, those who created them, those who used them to promote whatever they wanted to promote, those who used them for direction. In a time when most all of the signs we see are no more than logos inflated, I look at old neon and hand-painted signs as evidence of a lost America, one in which people had more opportunity to exercise creativity and more options in the world of commerce. Drive through most any town now, and you still see some homegrown signs. But our landscape is dominated by Wal Mart and Rite Aid, Outback Steakhouse and Home Depot. It's a bland, redundant way to live, a great leveling that does nothing for the idea of community. So here's a Beehive shout out to some of the oldies, and an invitation to check out some of them here.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

MBA: My Birthday Announcement

Gary and I went snowshoeing on Wrightsville Reservoir. We walked on water on my birthday. Eli made me a pop up card. Gary got me a black and white Walker Evans photo I love of a fish market. I watched the free hug video again. I have lived 49 years on planet earth. And I have an MFA, which I've been told is the new MBA. 

Friday, February 6, 2009

Happy Birthday, Sweet Bees

On this day more than twenty years ago, a pair of supersisters joined the human race. So let's give a Big Beehive Birthday Buzz to our honeys Deb and Ev!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Out LIke a LIght

Eli and I are listening to Marko the Magician's Hypnosis CD so we can fall asleep. It's not like I haven't tried guided visualization to get to sleep before, and with some success, but there's nothing quite like mother-son insomniacs doing hypnosis together. We turn off the lights in the living room, sit upright in a chair and let Marko count backward from ten to one as he instructs our shoulders to drop and takes us to some beach only celebrities can afford to go. The only problem is that he insists on bringing us out of this pleasant hypnotic state, the idea being that if we can do this five minute exercise a few times a day we'll be able to induce this state of relaxation on our own. But it is still very annoying to have to come out when you just got in. Hypnosis is apparently a dangerous sport. Every year we go to see Marko's hypnosis show on New Year's Eve and when he says the word "microphone," one guy starts running around City Hall shouting "Beep Beep" because he's convinced he is Road Runner and another starts singing "God Bless America." Then Marko snaps his fingers and they are out like a light.  God knows how long we'd sleep if he didn't bring us back by counting from five to one. "At one you will once again be totally alert." What a bummer. Frankly I'd like to be out for a week. And when I'm ready to take a permanent hike from this world, I wouldn't mind going out to Marko's countdown.