My brother got me a nano for Xmas, thus thrusting me forward into the 21st century. Last night I learned how to turn it on and off. How to download music. And how to use the safety lock. I'm kind of in love with the Yndi Halda song, "A Song For Starlit Beaches." It's 19 mintues long so I listened to it twice on my way to work this morning. Now I'm about to listen to the new Jana Hunter album, There's No Home. This nano thing might grow on me.
Before I left RI, I watched my brother go on a shooting spree in the cow pasture:
the cows were a bit scared at first, but they were too dumb to remain scared for long:
Diet, Caffeine free coke is the lamest. So you must use it as target practice:
Mathias, before he learned how to hold the pistol:
I corrupted my grandmother's shopping list by turning Tin Pans into Tennis Pains. And then I felt bad and crossed it out. And then a photographed my shame:
I have not mentioned poetry once. Just tennis pain.