About this and this, he cried;
about order and anarchy.
There is your precious order, that lean, iron lamp, ugly and barren;
and there is anarchy, rich, living, reproducing itself—there is anarchy, splendid in green and gold.

- The Man Who Was Thursday


The Jackpot

I satted myself down with the intention of describing true and noble deeds but the wind blew out of my sails and I'm going to settle for a plethora of pictures (mostly of a jocund nature) which will probably please you more anyways, eventually anyhow.

Harlingen. circa Feb.2006:

Oof, and now I grow tired. It would definitely be cooler with one of them pictchar viewin' programs but I guess I'm just..not..that..cool. Later dudes, totally.