5 x 5 = 25 

Something so pleasing about that.

Our Emperor is down in the polls to an all time low. Zogby has him at 29% approval or as I prefer to frame it: 71% against the Shrub.

I betcha it tastes like Narragansett

Fleur de Fence

This humidity is nuts. I thought a dunk would do the trick, but thought better of it. On the other hand, it could be worse; I could be lobster boy like my brother-in-law Daniel. Us fair skinned suckers should stay out of the solar stream.

Autumn in Ohio is calling me. I am off.

Happy Birthday to my sister Debbie!

Vardøger

This is Robin, my father-in-law, with Kurt who works at the Corcoran College of Art. They both basically work in I.T. and I had always joked to each of them about the similarities between the two. Well when Robin came to DC and we gave him a tour of the Corcoran, who did we run into but his vardøger. Kurt took away the lesson from his future self that he should take better care of himself.

Coffee

If anyone is familiar with a cool independent coffee place in Columbus, drop me a note. Come to think about it, how about alerting people to your favorite coffee fixers at Delocator.

Addendum to last post:

Just to demonstrate, this is the next shot I took after security chased us off. I was out of site and beyond being hassled, by being sneaky. Now look to the deep left of the photo, see all those condos overlooking the base. Hmm? Those windows have much better views than I did. As well as all the residential buildings behind where I was snapping. As they say, "Common Sense isn't very Common."

In celebration of Fredo Gonzales stepping down as Big Brother, I post this picture from the past. The special history behind this picture was that this dilapidated facade was just beyond the fence of the Charleston, S. C. Naval Yard. For those that are not in the know, this is the base that holds the Naval Brig, which for a time it turns out held Jose Padilla. Now I walked up in plain site to photograph this building, frankly it is visable from much of that street and I could have taken it from many more concealed locations. But no, I was about a hundred yards from the main enterance, and snapped away at this beautiful shell. The security guard came from his entrance post screaming that I should stop or be arrested. I tried to tell him, I was just an artist, but he was pretty irate. Well as a fair well gift to our outgoing Attorney General, I just want to apologize for my endangering National Security. Bad Artist! No rights for you!

In a few days I roam out to my next challenge in Ohio. Blake talked about Man battling against his own "Mind Forged Manacles." Wish me luck as I push beyond my mental boundaries before they benight me. And I hope for the best to all my friends out there who are attempting the same. Carry on!