May Eve

Preparing the bath.

Things My Mower Taught Me

• Eat a good breakfast


• Don't wait 'til the grass is 6 inches high


• Certain individual blades are just not going to do what you want them to, no matter how many times you run them over

Urban Gardening

Top container: arugula
Middle container: radishes
Bottom container: mesclun lettuces

Going to need 12x12x12 containers and soil for cucumbers (and I might try tomatoes this year).

Little Perennials

Forget-Me-Nots, which travelled from my grandmother's house to Chelsea to Ann Arbor, are starting to bloom.
Bloodroot transplanted from Chelsea is up, but only one small bloom.
Lily of the Valley is up. Hosta is up. Daisies are lush. Dianthus that travelled from Columbus to Chelsea to Ann Arbor is greening up.

Looks like the echinacea may be the only casualty of transplanting in the blazing heat last summer (though the echs' demise is probably attributable to the fact that they sat for two weeks in a bucket that had been used for car washing).

Type and Shape

One class finished.
One to go.

I Won €615,810!

Now all I need to do is fax my bank account number to Madrid to claim my prize!

I would have thought this unsolicited letter to be junk mail and a scam, were it not for the official stationery. I mean, look at the banners, the starburst, the authoritative barcode, the two different low-resolution logos. Drop-shadows on rotated text, underlining, bolding, ALL CAPS. No way did just anybody generate that in Word. And only a prestigious institution would print black and white on the highest grade European copy paper for such an important notification.

Off to Kinko's to send my fax! This can't wait until morning!!!

Picnic Table

I left work about five minutes early today, which was just enough ahead of the rush that I got to campus with time to grab a sandwich and sit in the lovely spring air, comtemplating the ancient wisdom offered by the picnic table, the history of non-Roman characters in typeface development, and exactly what has to happen to a bird to turn it into the bland, mushy cutlet sold under the appellation "chicken" at Subway.

Temptation in a Doctor's Office Restroom

Magnolia Buds

Stalking the Wily Eggs Florentine

Breakfast at Angelo's.