Where The Hell Is Matt?
Monday, July 31st, 2006Dance everywhere you go…
Dance everywhere you go…
He once was a little, green ball of clay…
Tators and bacon…
I spotted this flyer on a downtown bench today which aroused my curiosity on so many levels, I felt compelled to scan it and share it. Perhaps a psychiatrist out there somewhere can shed some light on the matter.
Here I am, awaiting to hear more news on the tsunami warning just issued over Orange County. I wanted a picture of a wave, and I remembered walking past Mike Kelly’s photography studio yesterday on my way back from Taco Loco.
Pictures I took yesterday when I went downtown.
I just got this email from my yahoo group, Polytopia:
Every year at this time, the once-supple, moist, outer bark of the eucalyptus begins to parch and dry, and bristle off, like so much dandruff.