Make yer own ying

Hoo boy, I’ve been busy. Enjoy some Chef Ood, recorded by his cool cousin.


Birth of a dwarf

little dwarfDid I ever mention that we are dwarves, born from rocks?

The miracle of birth. And what do we call the baby now? Hrm.

Taken at City of Rocks over Labor Day


I  just had the craziest thought. What if I blogged again? What if I blogged every day in November and it was so awesome the whole world erupted in bright colors?

Stay tuned!

arcade fire euphonium!

When I was a kid I played the euphonium, an instrument about as well known as the hurdy gurdy. For reasons I cannot now explain, I got pretty good at it and went to college on euphonium scholarship, eventually dropping it and dropping out to pursue life as a loser.


My niece, Jo, turned me on to the music of The Arcade Fire this summer. I was looking at some video of them on youtube last night, when lo! what should appear in the lower right hand corner at 1:04? A euphonium! Playing Neon Bible!

At first I thought I should have become an indie rocker too, since I happen to have that skill. But then I remembered they also sometimes play the hurdy gurdy.

new hair, old camera

Stephanie wanted to see my sort of new look. Fear me.

Also pictured is one reason for my long blog absence. That stupid camera was really nice when I got it eight years ago, but now it won’t hold a charge for even 5 minutes (see, it is plugged in so I could take my own photo there.)

But another reason I’ve been gone so long, Steph, since you are the one who has been bugging me to come back, is that I think my tone has changed. Maybe you won’t like it. Read at your own risk.



Despite appearances, I haven’t fallen off the end of the world. I’ve got a pinkie hold yet. We’re just cramming to finish homeschool for this year.


I asked Pi to get the baby dressed, and rather than choosing, you know, clothes, this is what she came up with:

“Oh please! Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my beautiful tie dyed bandana plus a little sass to boot.”


Not to be outdone, here is Ood a couple weeks ago

sporting manly pajama pants on his head, what else? The world looks to Ood when they are wondering what to wear–especially for fancy occasions like holidays.


Thumbing through these photos, I kept wondering where these people get their idea of what makes a legitimate outfit? Of course, this is what I dressed the baby in the day Ood chose a raccoon suit:

Nice tie dye, no? Especially with those clown socks, I think. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.


Pi is publishing her novella in her blog!!! Read the first chapter and a half here.