visual effects, and such...

it's been a while since i've updated on you all on the continuing development of the World's Greatest Baby. he's progressing nicely. recently, he was awarded a plaque naming him"American's Number One Producer of Baby Cheese". he's being weaned off his bottle, and can only have it in his bed, so he's really into napping now. apparently, he's also really into screaming as loud as he can in public places, which has forced my brother to become one of the all-time greatest tippers in the history of tipping. World's Greatest Baby can now bark like a dog, mew like a cat, roar like a lion, and give raspberries. he can also find his eyes, his toes, his nose, and his belly. he's also added new phrases, "Mine!" "Um-bum-ba" "Dass Cold!", and "I dopped it" to his growing communications lexicon. I am utterly owned by this child. Good lord...



i took this photo in Harper's Ferry, W. Va. i'm pretty sure that west virginia is the only state where you can still buy candy cigarrettes in a store that's not a cracker barrel. i love harper's ferry. it's one of my favorite places in the world. and the day we went was impossibly beautiful. notice that next to the box of cigarettes is a box of licorice pipes. i had no idea they even made those...

i snapped this picture on the appalacian trail, right outside harper's ferry. i was walking in the opposite direction, and had one of those moments where you just know what's behind you is beautiful, and i turned and got this shot. i think it's pretty special. hiking just a little bit on the trail made me want to come home, sell everything, quit my job, buy a better backpack, and walk 2000 miles from georgia to maine, just to see if i could do it. maybe one day...

i snapped this under the railroad trestle in harper's ferry. funny part is, seven years ago, i was on top of that trestle in an amtrak train bound for washington and the rest of my life. crossing the rivers was like crossing some kind of mystical barrier, between being who i had been up to that point in my life and who i was going to be for the rest of it. rivers are magical places, and i don't mean that in a hokey way. and the potomac/shenandoah convergence is one of the most magical.

i snapped this picture in the lady's room at ben's chili bowl. it's kind of stunning, i think. it's totally going in the book. i just hope i'm up to the task of writing something worthy of sitting next to this question. i keep going back to it, knowing that at some point, i'll know what to say. in the mean time, it's been a good catalyst for late-night thought. and thank God ben's decided to paint their bathrooms with blackboard paint--this was chalked high up on the wall, by the air duct.

this is my favorite dinner, ever. keep the enchiladas and rice, the meatloaf and mac and cheese. keep the lasagna and salad. keep the fancy steaks and lobster. keep the fois gras. keep the cedar planked salmon. give me a little taste of heaven in a red plastic basket, and i will be happy. this meal was eaten on the same little counter stool i used to sit on when i was a lowly office rat in our nation's capital, sweating out the summers, being uncomfortably cold in the winters (texas is hot, ya'll...), and being glad there was a place where people were friendly, al green was always on the jukebox, and the chili could take the rust off a nail. ahh, so good.

i'm so glad i have tomorrow off, even if i do have to go to the dentist. this week has eaten my lunch and thrown the left-overs in my face. i need a nap, and a stiff drink.

mil besos--rmg