I spotted this on Dave Barry’s blog. It’s gotta be one of the coolest videos I’ve seen on the net for a while — a skateboarding bulldog. Kick ass.

On his eJournal blog, Dan Gilmor shares an article he wrote for the San Jose Mercury News, Blogosphere Maturing. Interesting. This medium has many potential applications.

Today is Kindergarten Day, in honor of the birthday of the inventor of Kindergarten, Friedrich Froebel.

I don’t remember a lot about Kindergarten, except that we learned the colors, took naps on mats on the floor, and I got in trouble for pretending my banana was a pistol. Mrs. Wilson came to work wound a little tight that day, I guess. I’m sure she’d be impressed that I’ve learned the safe, responsible employment of both bananas and firearms.

Know what’s not bad? Peach herb tea with sweet-n-low and French Vanilla creamer. … Uh oh, now you probably think less of me as a man. So what? It’s good. And I know how to use power tools, so kiss my blog.

Tonight I’m listening to this cool band:

SNZippers.com – The Official Squirrel Nut Zippers Band Site

Thanks Joe, for turning me on to these guys!

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If you useadvantagee to keep parasites off your pets, please read this. Someone in my circle of online friends just lost a sweet kitty because of counterfeit Advantage.

Well, I’m home again. I’m feeling … some melancholy. I miss my brother. I miss the woods; the quiet, the smell of pine in warm sunshine. I miss my sister-in-law and little nephew too.

Sometimes I like living alone, sometimes I don’t.

Hello, gentle readers. I’m still visiting my brother, and have had little time to update metaphor on a regular basis. But sometimes you have to live before you can write. And though my trusty laptop Sparky has a new OS (thanks J!) its dialup connection at 24kbps makes it not much of a tool for blogging. I forgot to bring the cables to connect it to brother’s cable.

The good news is that I have some new photos — it’s beautiful here — and I’ll get them online in a few days.

By the way, I finally got my taxes transmitted to the halls of power this morning. Got yours done? Of course you do. And do you feel atoned? E pluibus unum? Certainly. Our tax dollars go to make the world a better place for the weak and voiceless, and to pave the future of Liberty as with shining marble for the children.

Peace.

Have you ever noticed how,

in certain wooden houses,

footsteps on the boards

overhead sound like heartbeats?

There is as much absence

in the sound as pressence

as much loss as gain

as though despite its own

evidence it may prove my

solitude.

But I don’t want to be alone.

Never truly alone in this world.

Don’t leave me. Tell me

who will care in thrity

years or forty to lift my chin

and say look a bird.

Last night, we had wind

and the dog barked, made

the house nervous. But we

all stayed in bed, waiting

for the breeze to die.

There were no footsteps.

Kyle Kimberlin

April 11 2004

I greet my fellow Christians with the glorious truth that Christ our Lord is risen from the dead, having broken the bonds of hell and death.

Christ is Risen!

… Indeed He is Risen!

Christ is risen from the dead

trampling down death by death

and upon those in the tombs bestowing life.

“He came to His own, and His own received Him not.”

“As many as received Him, to them gave He power to become sons of God.”

O Death, where is thy sting?

Amen.

— The Paschal sermon of St John Chrysostom

Well I’ve been quiet for a couple of days. I’m up in Northern California, visiting my brother J and his family. Been busy, driving and such. It’s really pretty up here, in the trees, the foothills of the Sierras. The air is warm and smells of sunlight in tall trees.

Today is my nephew T’s birthday. He’s 3. He has colored his eggs for an Easter egg hunt tomorrow. His mommy and Nana baked him a green cake with little toy bugs on it; in fact, the whole cake is built like a bug with 6 legs. He likes bugs, you see. Maybe there will be photos online later.

Last night, we were in the front room. Moths were coming to the porch light outside the widow. Suddenly, there was something huge flapping and darting around with them. We all went to see. It was an enormous and beautiful moth. In our haste to see it, we accidentally let it in through the front door. It flattered in and settled on a cushion of the sofa. An amazing creature. J took pictures of it, and I’ll post one later. … J and dad removed the cushion carefully, gently, and carried it outside. For a time, the moth rested on Dad’s hand, then flew away. We thought it was a Luna Moth, because of its size. J did some research online, and we learned it’s a silkmoth.

Gotta get ready for T’s party at Chuck E. Cheese.

In a mind-numbing twist of irony, the tape recordings of two reporters were erased at a speech by Justice Antonin Scalia, at which he said, “The Constitution of the United States is extraordinary and amazing. People just don’t revere it like they used to.” … Apparently, Mr. Justice Scalia longs for the good old days, before the First Amendment was added.

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Those pesky amendments. It’s just no fun squashing the 4th Estate anymore. Anybody think maybe Scalia is almost as crazy as King George? … Me oui, Josephine, I am as sane as you! … no no, I am not a justice, I am Napoleon! … Methinks we’re gonna need a bigger net, mon ami.

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