Sunrise, Jasper, tubular meat products, public transportation, self portraits. That, apparently, is all I’ve got to offer these days. At least there’s one picture from Hollywood to prove that I do leave town once in a while. But just you wait, Henry Higgins. Just you wait.

From the Wikipedia article on fungus.

My nephew Jasper can be fussy, it’s true. But mostly, he’s delightful. Here he is smiling at Daddy: Smiling at Mommy: Smiling at Auntie: And broadcasting a general sense of joy to the whole room, while Pickles the Evil lurks in the background, plotting a takeover: Click on the pictures to enlarge.

Near the house of Ana and Daniel on Beach Hill in Santa Cruz. There are lots more where this came from, but will my temperamental internet connection allow me to upload them? No, it will not! Therefore I will upload a beer into my mouth instead. Red Hook ESB, in case you’re wondering.

A new school year has begun, so here I am, pencil sharpened, wearing a new shirt, and turning in my essay: My Summer Vacation 2007. Be kind with the grading, okay?