From my album: top of one of the pyramids at Chichen Itza. The sky was veeeeery interesting that day. I was 20 at the time, March of 1993.
After years of having this party in downtown Atlanta hotels and having huge problems as results, they smartly moved the Halloween Ball to campus. This is from the fall of 1993, and the University rolled out many kegs for this party, so my friend Jeff and I responded in the only way we knew how: by dressing up as Hunter S. Thompson and the God of Beer.
Why yes, that is a football that we carved up and wore as a crown on Jeff’s head. What else would the God of Beer wear?
Ya know Amber, it’s not always sunny in Nantucket. It was a lovely day for a hurricane, so we put on our slickers and went down to Fisherman’s Beach.
GPOYT w/happy wet cold dog. From a few years ago when J and I were on Nantucket for the holidays. Amazing how quiet a beach can be at sunset in January.
GPOY Under the Spires edition.
Lordy lordy Louisville is a good town.
In Mexico City they somehow wandered into a exhibition of paintings by the beautiful Spanish exile Remedios Varo: in the central painting of a triptych, titled “Bordando el Manto Terrestre,” were a number of frail girls with heart-shaped faces, huge eyes, spun-gold hair, prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking hopelessly to fill the void: for all the other buildings and creatures, all the waves, ships and forests of the earth were contained in this tapestry, and the tapestry was the world. Oedipa, perverse, had stood in front of the painting and cried.
This is pretty much sums up how I feel today.
GPOYT w/brand new niece
And lordy lordy do I want some bourbon. But no. I’m abstaining. But still.
One must remember one’s past so as not to repeat it.
This is my father’s favorite picture from my childhood. I look at it once in a while to remember, a) he’s pretty damn funny, and b) it can’t get much worse than this.